"PEORIA"  S 

SONS  BOOK    ? 

(Third  Revised  Edition)  ^ 

Published  and  Printed  for  Free  Distribution  by  *~*^ 

EDWARD  J.  JACOB.        PRINTER  ^ 

424  Falton  St.     Peoria,  Illinois,  U.S.A. 


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THE  BATTLE  SONG  OF  LIBERTY 

It's  the  roar  and  the  rattle  of  Freedom's  battle 

That's  calling  us  over  the  sea; 
Where  a  mighty  foe  has  challenged  us,  boys — 

It's  up  to  you  and  to  me; 
So  get  Old  Glory,  we'll  make  'em  sorry 

That  they  ever  dreamed  of  this  fight 
We're  on  our  way  with  a  Hip!  Hooray! 

Just  to  do  what  we  know  to  be  right. 

Refrain 

So  here's  to  Uncle  Sammy  faithful  and  true; 

Here's  to  our  banner  of  red  white  and  blue; 
And  here's  to  all  good  fellows  on  land  and  sea — 

Singing  the  Battle  Song  of  Liberty. 


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Please  Accept  This 

•PEORIA"  SONG  BOOK 

With  Compliments  of 

EDWARD  J.   JACOB 

PRINTER 

424  Fulton  Street  PEORIA,  ILL.  U.  S.  A. 


Revised  by 

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Farmers  and  Mechanics 

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Points  of  Interest,  Peoria,  Illinois 

Glen    Oak   Park,   hundred   five   acres,   lake,  pavilion. 

play-grounds,  palmhouse  and  flowers.     Take  Glen 

Oak,  Country  Club  or  North  Monroe  cars. 
Bradley    Park     hundred    forty    acres,    driving    park 

pavilion    and   playgrounds.      Take    Main    street   o 

Bradley  cars   North. 

South    Park     ten    acres,    lake,    pavilion    and    play- 
grounds.    Take  South  Adams  cars  to  terminus 

MnSn  t"?'  "cearly  JUndied  acres'  SOU  and  driving 
termini  Second    Avenue   or    Lincoln    cars    to 

Gp»rtr  VV  ,?/1Ver?*y'  Terrace   Park-   Grand   View 

Park,  take  Glen  Oak,  Prospect  Heights  or  Country 
Club  cars  North,  or  Adams  Street  car  North  to 
\\  aterworks   Park. 

Country   Club.     Prospect   Heights   or   Country   dub 

cars.     Motor  North  to  Grand  View  Driveway. 

Peoria  State  Hospital,  five  miles  from  Court  House, 
South.  Take  Peoria  Terminal  cars  to  South 
tsartonville. 

Waterworks  Park.     Take  North  Adams  car  to  park. 

StpC  ,H^Se  S(?Uare'  Third  and  FoUith  Streets  and 
i  ark  Place,  six  blocks  from  heart  of  city. 

Morton  Square,  Monroe  Street  car  North  to  Morton 
afreet 

Proctor  Recreation  Center,  Martin  and  Allen  Streets, 
splendid  buildings  representing  an  endowment  of 
over   a   million   dollars. 

Bradley    Polytechnic   Institute,    representing   an    en- 
dowment of  over  three  million  dollars,  also  used  as 
a  military  instruction  camp.     Take  Main  or  Bradley  J 
Avenue  cars  North. 

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Spalding  Institute,  gift  of  Archbishop  Spalding  to 
the  boys  of  Central  Illinois,  within  a  few  minutes' 
walk  of  the  Court  House. 

Peoria's  Cottage  Section,  cottages  dot  the  river  and 
lake  for  forty  miles  north.  Pleasure  craft  ply 
hourly  between  the  city  and  the  cottages.  Take 
Adams  street  car  North  to  termini.  Take  Rock 
Island  trains  to  Rome,  distance  sixteen  miles;  to 
Chillicothe,  distance  twenty  miles.  Hotel  accom- 
modations. 

To  Big  Hollow.  Knoxville  Road,  newly  laid  con- 
crete pavement,  distance  five  miles. 

To  Mossville,  Webb  farm  and  other  "chicken  run" 
destinations.  Adams  Street  North  to  Galena  Road, 
or  go  via  Rock  Island  railroad  to  Mossville. 

To  East  Peoria,  Morton,  Mackinaw  and  other  sub- 
urban points  for  recreation  and  pleasure.  Take 
Illinois  Traction  System  cars  at  Court  House — 
most   delightful   traction   ride. 

Ingersoll's  Home. 

The  home  of  Col.  Robert  G.  Ingersoll,  next  to 
Knights  of  Columbus  Club  House,  227  No.  Jefferson 
Avenue. 

Ingersoll  Monument. 

Entrance    to    Glen    Oak    Park.    Take    Lincoln    or 
Second  Street  Car  north. 
Governor  Ford's  Home. 

First    House    West    of    Public    Library    Building. 
Monroe  Street,  between  Main  and  Madison. 
Sites  of  Fort  Creve  Coeur. 

Two  of  the  alleged  sites  of  Fort  Creve  Coeur  have 
been  marked  plainly,  one  by  the  late  John  F.  King 
and  the  other  by  the  D.  A.  R.  (Wesley  City).  An 
interesting  motor  drive  of  three  or  four  miles  on 
the  East  side  of  the  river. 

Site  of  Fort  Clark. 

Foot  of  Liberty  Street. 


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Lake  Peoria. 

The  scene  of  the  launching  of  the  first  gasoline 
motor  boat  in  the  world;  the  water  course  that  pro- 
duced the  World's  Champion  Single  Sculler,  and 
which  Butler,  the  Olympic  Champion  says  is  the 
finest  in  the  world.  Foot  of  Main  Street,  three 
minutes'  walk  from  any  of  the  hotels. 

Country  Club. 

The  show  spot  of  Illinois.  Take  Peoria  Heights 
or   Country   Club  Cars. 

St.  Mary's  Cathedral. 

The  site  of  the  first  Catholic  Mission,  established 
in  1847.  Jefferson  and  Eaton  Streets;  Lincoln  or 
Second  Avenue  cars  going  North. 

Ruins  of  Jubilee  College. 

Protestant  Episcopal  Theological  Seminary,  found- 
ed by  the  Rt.  Rev.  Philander  Chase,  Bishop  of  Illinois 
in  1839.  Most  picturesque.  A  beautiful  motor  drive 
of  20  miles.  Take  "State  Road."  Main  to  Eliza- 
beth to  Loucks. 

Archbishop  Spalding's  Home. 

Heights    Car   to    Glen    Oak   and   two   blocks    east. 

Home  of  William  Hawley  Smith. 

Author  of  "The  Evolution  of  Dodd."  Knoxville 
Avenue  Car  north  to  Corrington. 

Experiment  Shop  of  Charles  E.  Duryea. 

Where  the  first  gasoline  engine  in  America  was 
built.  Barker  and  University  Streets.  Take  Bradley 
Avenue  Car  to  University  and  two  blocks  South. 


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Peoria,  Illinois,  U.S.A. 


Situated  on  Illinois  river,  half  way  between  Chicago 
and  St.  Louis. 

Fourteen  steam  railroads  have  terminals  at  Peoria, 
twelve  of  these  railroads  being  a  part  of  leading 
national  systems.  Three  interurbans  or  electric 
railways.  Electric  one  night  sleeping  car  service, 
Peoria  to  St.  Louis. 

Population — City  limits  area  nine  square  miles, 
84,000.  Greater  Peoria,  twenty  square  miles,  one 
hundred  thousand.  Directory  Census,  127,000.  Sec- 
ond city  in  the  state  of  Illinois. 

Health — Death  rate,  eight  to  the  thousand. 

Parks  and  Parkways — Four  hundred  and  twenty-five 
acres.  Value  $4,000,000.  Grand  View  Drive,  three 
miles,  one  hundred  feet  wide,  overlooks  beautiful 
Illinois  river  valley.  Country  Club,  150  acres. 
Madison  Park,  public  golf  course. 

Pavilions  and  playgrounds  in  all  parks. 

Miles  of  Streets  within  city  limits,  175.  Miles  of 
pavement.  82.  Miles  of  sewers,  105.  Miles  of 
pavement  Greater  Peoria,  100. 

Public  Schools— Twenty-four,  costing  $1,250,000.  Two 
high  school  buildings,  value  $1,000,000.  Pupils  in 
all  schools,  13,000. 

Churches  in  Peoria,  eighty-four.  Cost  of  construc- 
tion, $2,000,000.  Denominations  twenty.  Hospitals, 
eigne.     Public   homes,  8. 

Academies  and  Conservatories — Spalding  Institute 
for  boys,  a  gift  of  Archbishop  Spalding:  three 
Business  Colleges;  four  Music  Conservatories;  two 
Academies.  Club  houses,  17. 


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COLLEGE — Bradley  Polytechnic  Institute,  of- 
fering four  years  of  Academy  work  and  two,  three 
or  four  years  of  College  work,  according  to  the 
courses   selected.      Endowment,  $3,000,000. 

Public  Libraries,  2.  Main  Library,  and  Lincoln 
Branch  Library,  Lincoln  Park,  donated  by  Andrew 
Carnegie.  Value  real  estate  and  buildings,  $159,- 
000;  art  works.  $3,000;  books,  $100,000;  number  of 
volumes.  145,097;  circulation,  215,695. 

Water,  superior  quality,  drawn  from  large  wells. 
Manufacturing  rate,  for  the  first  6.000  gallons  per 

„  month,  per  1.000  gallons  for  30c;  for  the  next  18,000 
gallons  per  month,  per  1,000  gallons  20c;  for  the 
excess  over  24,000  gallons  per  month,  per  1,000,- 
000  gallons  per  month,  per  1,000  gallons  6c;  for 
the  excess  over  1,000.000  gallons  per  month,  per 
1,000  gallons,  4c.  Pumping  capacity,  30,000,000 
gallons  daily;  consumption,  10,000,000  gallons; 
miles  of  water  pipe,   115. 

Manufacturing  Plants,  594  in  City  of  Peoria,  includ- 
ing Bartonville  and  Averyville.  East  Peoria,  16. 
Twenty-four  concerns  in  Peoria,  Averyville  and 
Bartonville  produce  over  one  million  dollars  of 
products  each  year.  Three  in  East  Peoria.  No 
city  in  America  fhe  size  of  Peoria  has  so  many. 
Nine  concerns  do  over  two  and  one-half  million 
dollars  in  business  annually.  Capital  invested, 
$50,000,000;  employes.  12,000;  annual  wages,  $8,000,- 
000.00;  value  of  finished  product,  $85,000,000.00; 
various  articles  made,  1,000. 

National  ^Recording  Associations — American  Hamp- 
shire Swine  Record  Association,  National  Home 
of  the  Hampshire  Hog.  New  home,  409  Wiscon- 
sin avenue.  National  Duroc-Jersey  Record  Asso- 
ciation; national  home  of  the  Duroc  Hog,  Monroe 
and  Fayette  streets. 


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Ind  as  trial  Peoria 


Peoria  leads  in  the  manufacture  of  diversified  agri- 
cultural implements,  and  is  third  in  the  total  an- 
nual output.  "The  sun  does  not  set  upon  a  Peoria 
made  agricultural  implement."  The  home  of  the 
big  tractors. 

Peoria  has  three  paper  mills  using  straw,  rags  and 
shoddy,  producing  roofing  paper,  strawboard,  bag 
and  tag  stock. 

Peoria  is  the  home  of  several  steel  and  wire  mills 
producing  fencing,  wire  bale  ties,  nails,  rods,  etc., 
the  immense  steel  mill  of  the  Keystone  Steel  and 
wire  Co. 

Peoria  produces  immense  quantities  of  alcohol  for 
the  arts  and  sciences,  and  for  the  manufacture  of 
explosives. 

Peoria  has  large  milling  and  general  grain  interests, 
the  American  Milling  Co.  alone  shipping  on  the 
average  of  thirty-five  cars  of  finished  product  per 
day.  Peoria  during  the  past  few  months  and  for 
over  a  year  past,  has  lead  in  the  receipts  and  ship- 
ments of  corn,  and  has  maintained  second  and 
third  position  for  many  years  in  the  receipts  and 
shipments  of  oats. 

Peoria  has  large  live  stock  interests.  Being  on  a 
direct  line  between  Kansas  City  and  Chicago  mar- 
kets, and  drawing  from  a  wide  area  there  is  con- 
tinuous heavy  receipts  and  shipments  of  hogs. 
Peoria's  pork  and  beef  packing  industry  and  live 
stock  interests,   total   nearly   $25,000,000  annually. 


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Peoria  has  immense  cooper  shops  where  barrels* 
kegs,  tubs  and  other  wooden  stave  ware  are  manu- 
factured. This  is  one  of  the  largest  local  indus- 
tries. 

Peoria  has  long  held  high  place  as  a  stove  and  fur- 
nace manufacturing  center.  Several  big  concerns 
employing  hundreds  of  people  ship  finished  pro- 
duct to  all  parts  of  the  United  States.  Peoria 
made  stoves  and  furnaces  are  household  words. 

Peoria  is  a  large  retail,  wholesale  and  produce  center, 
Peoria  ships  groceries,  drugs,  china,  shoes,  aprons, 
shirts,  fish,  poultry,  paper,  electrical  supplies,  dry 
goods,  leather  and  harness,  hardware,  and  all  gen- 
eral produce  of  garden  and  field  to  many  states, 
Peoria's  jobbing  and  wholesale  business  totaling 
$30,000,000  00.  Two  thousand  traveling  men  make  their 
home  in   Peoria. 

Peoria  manufactures, — all  kinds  of  agricultural  im- 
plements, strawboard,  paper  bags,  stoves,  furnaces, 
marble  supplies,  machine  parts,  tractors,  automo- 
biles, grain  products,  alcohol,  whisky,  tinware, 
grain  weighers,  gray  iron,  castings,  chemicals,  mail 
wagons,  etc.,  cigars,  soap,  steel  rods,  wire,  nails 
roofing  paper,  wood  work,  supplies,  vehicles  of  all 
kinds,  aprons,  shirts,  gloves,  mittens,  clay  products, 
cooperage,  binder  twine,  rope,  etc. 

Peoria  is  the  home  of  the  Caterpillar.  The  Holt 
Manufacturing  Company  which  produces  the  Cat- 
erpillar, the  motive  power  for  the  "Tank"  that  is 
doing  such  wonderful  work  on  the  West  Front, 
"over  there,"  employs  nearly  3,000  men,  and  has  an 
immense  plant  capable  of  turning  out  these  ma- 
chines  in   large  quantities. 


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Peoria  a  Home  City 


Peoria  is  a  city  of  schools,  homes,  churches,  recrea- 
tion centers,  driveways,  parks,  cottage  district — 
"a  summer  resort,"  for  Peoria  combines  all  of  the 
delights  of  climate  with  the  advantages  of  boating, 
fishing  and  camp  or  cottage  life. 

Peoria,  a  city  of  co-operation,  a  friendly,  kindly 
spirit,  a  determined  people  anxious  to  perfect  a 
well   rounded   out   city. 

Peoria  is  ever  mindful  of  welfare,  music,  social  bet- 
terment, recreational  movements,  incorporating 
playgrounds  and  supervision,  all  contributing  to  a 
strong,  virile   citizenship. 


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Fast  Motor  Boat  Racing,  Peoria  Lake 


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1  AMERICA 

Words  by  Samuel   Francis  Smith. 

Music  by  Henry  Carey. 

My  country  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died; 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride; 
From  ev'ry  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

My    native    country,    thee, 
Land  of  the  noble  free, 
Thy  name   I   love; 

I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 

My   heart  with   rapture   thrills, 
Like  that  above. 

Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 
Sweet  freedom's  song; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 

Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 
The  sound  prolong. 

Our  fathers'  God!  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 


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2  THE  RED,  WHITE  AND  BLUE 

O.  Columbia!  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 

The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 

A  world  offers  homage  to  thee. 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 

When  liberty's  form  stands  in  view; 
Thy   banners    make    tyranny    tremble, 

Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White,  and  Blue. 

When  war  wing'd  its  wide  desolation, 

And  threatened  the  land  to  deform, 
The  ark  then  of  freedom's   foundation, 

Columbia,  rode  safe  thro'  the  storm; 
With  her  garlands  of  vict'ry  around  her, 

When  so  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
With   her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 

Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White,  and  Blue. 

CHORUS 
Three  cheers  for  the   Red,  White,  and   Blue, 
Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White,  and   Blue, 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 
Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White,  and  Blue, 

(Third  and  Fourth  Stanzas  Omitted) 


3     THE  STAR  SPANGLED  BANNER 

Oh!  say,  can  you  see,  by  the  dawn's  early  light, 
What  so  proudly  we  hail'd  at  the  twilight's  last 
gleaming, 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars   through   the 
perilous   fight, 
O'er  the  ramparts  we  watched  were  so  gallantly 
streaming? 
And  the  rockets'  red  glare,   the  bombs  bursting  in 
air, 


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Gave  proof  through  the  night  that  our  flag  was 
still  there! 
Oh!   say,  does   that  star-spangled  banner  yet  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

On   the   shore   dimly   seen   through   the  mist   of   the 
deep, 
Where   the    foe's    haughty   host    in    dread    silence 
reposes, 
What  is   that   which   the   breeze   o'er   the   lowering 
steep, 
As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half  discloses? 
Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the  morning's  first  beam, 
In  full  glory  reflected,  now  shines  in  the  stream; 
'Tis  the  star-spangled  banner.    Oh!  long  may  it  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave. 

And  where  is  that  band  who  so  vauntingly  swore, 

'Mid  the  havoc  of  war  and  the  battle's  confusion, 
A  home  and  a  country  they'd  leave  us  no  more? 
Their  blood  has  washed  out  their  foul  footsteps' 
pollution; 
No  refuge  could  save  the  hireling  and  slave 
From  the  terror   of  flight,   or   the   gloom   of   the 
grave, 
And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the   land  of  the   free  and   the   home   of   the 
brave. 

Oh!  thus  be  it  ever,  when  freemen  shall  stand, 
Between  their  loved  home  and  the  war's  desola- 
tion; 
Blest    with    victory    and    peace,    may    the    Heaven- 
rescued  land 
Praise  the  Power  that  made  and  preserved  us  a 
nation. 
Then  conquer  we  must  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 

And  this  be  our  motto,  "In  God  is  our  trust." 
And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land   of  the   free  and   the   home  of  the 
brave.  Francis  Scott  Key. 


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HAIL!  COLUMBIA 

Hail!   Columbia,  happy  land! 
Hail!    ye  heroes,  heav'n-born  band, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  freedom's  cause, 
And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 
Enjoyed  the  peace  your  valor  won; 
Let  independence  be  your  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost, 
E  ver  grateful  for  the  prize 
Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies. 

CHORUS 

Firm  united  let  us  be, 
Rallying  'round  our  liberty, 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Peace  and  safety  we  shall  find. 
(Second  and  Third  Stanzas  Omitted) 


MARYLAND!  MY  MARYLAND! 

Thou  wilt  not  cower  in  the  dust, 

Maryland!  my  Maryland! 
Thy  beaming  sword  shall  never  rust, 

Maryland!  my  Maryland! 
Remember  Caroll's  sacred  trust, 
Remember  Howard's  war-like  thrust, 
And  all  thy  slumb'rers  with  the  just, 

Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

I  see  no  blush  upon  thy  cheek, 

Maryland!  my  Maryland! 
Tho'  thou,  wast  ever  bravely  meek, 

Maryland!  my  Maryland! 
For  life  and  death, ^for  woe  and  weal, 
Thy  peerless  chivalry  reveal, 
And  gird  thy  beauteous  limbs  with  steel, 

Maryland!  my  Maryland! 


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I  hear  the  distant  thunder  hum, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

The  Old  Line  bugle,  fife,  and  drum, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

Come!  to  thine  own  heroic  throng, 
That  stalks  with 'liberty  along, 
And  ring  thy  dauntless  slogan  song, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

6  GRAND  OLD  FLAG 

You're   a  grand  old   flag, 
Though  you're  torn  to  a  rag, 
And  forever  in  peace  may  you  wave, 
You're  the  emblem  of  the  land  I  love, 
The  home  of  the  free  and  the  brave; 
For  ev'ry  heart  beats  true 
For  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 
Where  there's  never  a  boast  or  a  brag, 
Should  auld  acquaintance  be   forgot 
Keep  your  eye  on  the  grand  old  flag. 

7  YOUR  FLAG  AND  MY  FLAG 

Your  flag  and  my  flag! 
And  how  it  flies  today 
In  your  land  and  my  land 
And  half  a  world  away! 
Rose-red  and  blood-red 
The  stripes  forever  gleam; 
Snow-white  and  soul-white — 
The  good  forefathers'  dream; 

Sky-blue  and  true  blue,  with  stars  to  gleam  aright — 
The  gloried  guidon  of  the  day;  a  shelter  through  the 
night, 


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Your  flag  and  my  flag! 
To  every  star  and  stripe 
The  drums  beat  as  hearts  beat 
And  fifers  shrilly  pipe! 
Your  flag  and  my  flag — 
A  blessing  in  the  sky; 
Your  hope  and  my  hope — 
It  never  hid  a  lie! 

Home  land  and  far  land  and  half  the  world  around, 
Old  Glory  hears  our  glad  salute  and  ripples  to  the 
sound! 

Your  flag  and  my  flag! 
And  oh,  how  much  it  holds — 
Your  land  and  my  land — 
Secure  within  its  folds! 
Your  heart  and  my  heart 
Beat  quicker  at  the  sight; 
Sun-kissed  and  wind-tossed — 
Red  and  blue  and  white. 

The  one  flag — the  great  flag — the  flag  for  me  and 

you — 
Glorified  all  else  beside — the  red  and  white  and  blue! 


8  MARCHING  THROUGH  GEORGIA 

Bring  the  good  old  bugle,  boys!  we'll  sing  another 

song — 
Sing  it  with  a  spirit  that  will  start  the  world  along — 
Sing  it  as  we  used  to  sing  it,  fifty  thousand  strong, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 

How  the  darkies  shouted  when  they  heard  the  joyful 

sound! 
How   the    turkeys    gobbled    which    our    commissary 

found! 
How    the    sweet    potatoes    even    started    from    the 

ground, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia, 


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CHORUS 
Hurrah!  hurrah!  We  bring  the  jubilee! 
Hurrah!  hurrah!     The  flag  that  makes  you  free! 
So  we  sang  the  chorus  from  Atlanta  to  the  sea, 
While  we  were  marching  through  Georgia. 
(Third,  Fourth  and  Fifth  Stanzas  Omitted) 

9  THE  SOLDIER'S  FAREWELL 

How  can  I  bear  to  leave  thee 

One  parting  kiss  I  give  thee; 

And  then,  what'er  befalls  me, 

I  go  where  honor  calls  me. 

Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love, 
Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love. 

Ne'er  more  may  I  behold  thee, 
Or   to   this   heart   enfold   thee: 
With   spear  and  pennon   glancing, 
I   see  the  foe  advancing. 

Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love, 
Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love. 

I    think   of  thee   with   longing; 

Think  thou,  when  tears  are  thronging, 
That  with  my  last  faint  sighing, 
I'll  whisper  soft,  while  dying, 

Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love, 
Farewell,  farewell,  my  own  true  love. 

10  JOHN  BROWN'S  BODY. 

John  Brown's  body  lies  a-mould'ring  in  the  grave, 
John  Brown's  body  lies  a-mould'ring  in  the  grave, 
John  Brown's  body  lies  a-mould'ring  in  the  grave, 
His  soul  goes  marching  on! 


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CHORUS 

Glory,  glory  hallelujah! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah! 
Glory,  ^lory  hallelujah! 

His  soul  is  marching  on. 

The  stars  of  heaven  are  looking  kindly  down, 
The  stars  of  heaven  are  looking  kindly  down, 
The  stars  of  heaven  are  looking  kindly  down, 
On  the  grave  of  old  John  Brown! 

He's  gone  to  be  a  soldier  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 

He's  gone  to  be  a  soldier  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 

He's  gone  to  be  a  soldier  in  the  army  of  the  Lord, 
His  soul  is  marching  on! 

John  Brown's  knapsack  is  strapped  upon  his  back, 
John  Brown's  knapsack  is  strapped  upon  his  back, 
John   Brown's  knapsack  is  strapped  upon  his  back, 

His  soul  is  marching  on! 


11    THE  BATTLE  CRY  OF  FREEDOM. 

Yes,  we'll  rally  round  the-  flag  boys,  we'll  rally  once 
again, 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 

We  will  rally  from  the  hillside,  wTe'll  gather  from  the 
plain, 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 

CHORUS 

The   Union    forever,  hurrah   boys,    Hurrah! 
Pown  with  the  traitor,  Up  with  the  star; 
While  we  rally  round  the  flag  boys,  rally  once  again, 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 


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We  are  springing  to  the  call  of  our  brothers  gone 
before, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 

And  we'll  fill  the  vacant  ranks  with  a  million  •freemen 
more, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 

We  will  welcome  to  our  numbers  the  loyal,  true  and 
brave, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 

And  altho'  they  may  be  poor,  not  a  man  shall  be  a 
slave, 

Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 

So  we're  springing  to  the  call  from  the  East  and  from 
the  West, 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 
And  we'll  hurl  the  rebel  crew  from  the  land  we  love 
best,     di 
Shouting  the  battle  cry  of  Freedom; 

12  COLUMBIA,  THE  GEM  OF  THE  OCEAN. 

O  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 
The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 

The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 
A  world  offers  homage  to   thee. 

Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble. 
When  Liberty's  form  stands  in  view; 

Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble. 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue; 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
Wlien  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue, 

Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white  and  blue. 


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When  war  winged  its  wide  desolation, 

And  threatened  the  land  to  deform, 
The  ark  then  of  freedom's  foundation, 

Columbia,  rode  safe  thro'  the  storm: 
With  the, garlands  of  vict'ry  around  her, 

When  so  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue; 

The  boast  of  the  red  white  and  blue, 
The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue; 

With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 
The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue; 

The  star-spangled  banner  bring  hither, 
O'er  Columbia's  true  sons  let  it  wave; 
May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never  wither, 

Nor  its  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave: 
May  the  service,  united,  ne'er  sever, 

But  hold  to  their  colors  so  true; 
The  army  and  navy  forever. 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue; 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue; 

The  army  and  navy  forever, 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue; 

13  WE'RE  TENTING  TONIGHT. 

We're  tenting  tonight  on  the  old  camp  ground, 

Give  us  a  song  to  cheer 
Our  weary  hearts,  a  song  of  home, 

And  friends  we  love   so   dear. 

CHORUS 
Many  are  the  hearts  that  are  weary  tonight, 

Wishing  for  the  war  to  cease; 
Many  are  the  hearts  looking  for  the   right. 

To  see  the  dawn  of  peace. 
Tenting  tonight,  tenting  tonight,  tenting  on  the  old 
camp  ground. 


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We've  been  tenting  tonight  on  the  old  camp  ground, 

Thinking  of  days  gone  by, 
Of  the  loved  ones  at  home  that  gave  us  the  hand, 

And  the  tear  that  said  "good-bye!" 

We  are  tired  of  war  on  the  old  camp  ground, 

Many  are  dead  and  gone, 
Of  the  brave  and  true  who've  left  their  homes, 

Others  been  wounded  long. 

We've  been  fighting  today  on  the  old  camp  ground, 

Many  are  lying  near; 
Some  are  dead  and  some  are  dying, 

Many   are  in  tears. 

CHORUS  (last  verse). 
Many  are  hearts  that  are  weary  tonight, 

Wishing  for  the  war  to  cease; 
Many  are  the  hearts  looking  for  the  right, 

To  see  the  dawn  of  peace. 
Dying  tonight,  dying  tonight,  dying  on  the  old  camp 
ground. 


14  Tune  "Pack  up  Your  Troubles/' 

I  don't  know  of  a  finer  occupation 
Than  to  hike — along  the  pike. 

You  can  shed  seven  kinds  of  perspiration 
If  you  strike — a  road  you  like. 

When  you  feel  a  blister  on  your  heel 
And  your  tongue  hangs  out, 

You  can  drill  up  any  kind  of  hill, 
If  you  raise  your  voice  and  shout — 


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CHORUS 
SAY — pick  up  your  feet  a  little  faster,  bo, 

And  hike,  hike,  hike, 
And  make  'em  see  that  you're  a  laster,  bo, 

That's  the  sort  they  like. 
Only  ten  more  miles  to  go, 
And  for  the  love  of  Mike, 
JUST  pick  up  your  feet  a  little  faster,  bo, 
And  hike,  hike,  hike! 

When  you  find  that  the  road  is  long  and  dreary, 

And  your  gun — seems  like  a  ton, 
Never  mind  if  you  feel  a  trifle  dreary, 

For  the  fun — has  just  begun; 
When  you  find  your  knees  begin  to  hit, 

And  you  feel  like — well — 
Dropping  out  and  falling  in  a  fit, 

Hit  the  man  ahead  and  yell — 

15  YANKEE  DOODLE. 

Fath'r  and  I  went  down  to  camp 
Along  with    Captain   Good'in', 

And  there  we  saw  the  men  and  boys 
As  thick  as  hasty  puddin.' 

CHORUS. 
Yankee  Doodle,  keep  it  up, — 

Yankee  Doodle  dandy, 
Mind  the  music  and  the  step 

And  with  the  girls  be  handy. 

And  there  we  see  a  thousand  men, 

As  rich  as  Squire  David, 
And  what  they  wasted  ev'ry  day, 

I  wish  it  could  be  saved. 


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And  there  was  Captain  Washington, 

Upon  a  slapping  stallion, 
A  giving  orders  to  his  men, 

I  guess  there  was  a  million. 

And  then  the  feathers  on  his  hat, 

They  look'd  so  very  fine,  ah! 
I   wanted  peskily  to  get, 

To  give  to  my  Jemina. 

And  there  I  see  a  swamping  gun, 

Large  as  a  log  of  maple, 
Upon   a   mighty   little   cart, 

A  load  for  father's  cattle. 

And  ev'ry  time  they  fired  it  off, 
It  took  a  horn  of  powder, 
It  made  a  noise  like  father's  gun, 
Only   a   nation   louder. 

And  there  I  saw  a  little  keg, 

Its  head  all  made  of  leather, 
They  knock'd  up  on't  with  little  sticks, 

To   call   the  folks  together. 

16       TRAMP!  TRAMP!  TRAMP! 

In  the  prison  cell  I  sit, 
Thinking,   Mother  dear,  of  you, 

And  our  bright  and  happy  home  so  far  away; 
And  the  tears  they  fill  my  eyes 
Spite   of  all   that   I   can   do, 

Though  I  try  to  cheer  my  comrades  and  be  gay. 

CHORUS 

Tramp!  tramp!  tramp!  the  boys  are  marching, 
Cheer  up,   comrades,   they   will   come, 

And  beneath  the  starry  flag 

\Ye  shall  breathe  the  air  again 

Oi  the  free-land  in  our  own  beloved  home. 


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In  the  battle  front  we  stood 

When  their  fiercest  charge  they  made, 

And  they  swept  us  oft"  a  hundred  men  or  more; 

But  before  we  reached  their  lines 
They  were  beaten  back,  dismayed, 

And  we  heard  the  cry  of  vict'ry  o'er  and  o'er. 

So,    within    the    prison    cell, 
We  are  waiting  for  the  day 

That  shall   come  to   open  wide  the  iron   door; 

And  the  hollow  eye  grows  bright, 
And  the  poor  heart  almost  gay, 

As  we  think  of  seeing  home  and  friends  once  more. 

17  GOD  OF  OUR  FATHERS. 

God  of  our  fathers,   let  Thy   face 

T'ward  the  Republic  ever  be!       * 
Encompass  it  with  strength  and  grace, 

And   law    combine    with    liberty. 

Unto  our  President  impart 

Sustaining   trust,   discerning   sight, 

The  homage  of  the  loyal  heart, 

The  steadfast  courage  for  the  right. 

Within   our   Congress   let   the   fire 

Of  patriotic  love   abide; 
Its   councils   lead,  its   acts  inspire, 

And  in  the  nation's  halls  preside. 

Upon  our  judges  let  the  seal 

Of  Thy  divine  annointing  be — 
The  wisdom  calm,  the  righteous  zeal, 

Jhe   robes   of  truth   and   equity. 


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18  RULE,  BRITTANIA. 

When  Britain  first  at  Heav'n's  command, 

Arose  from  out  the  azure  main — 

Arose  from  out,  arose  from  out  the   azure  main. 
This  was  the  charter,  the  charter  of  the  land, 
And  guardian  angels  sang  this  strain. 

Chorus 

"Rule,  Brittania!     Brittania  rules  the  waves! 
Britons  never,  never,  never  shall  be  slaves." 

The  nations  not  so  blest  as  thee 
Must  in  their  turn  to  tyrants  fall; 
Must  in  their  turn,  must  in  their  turn  to  tyrants 
fall; 
While   thou   shalt   flourish,   shalt   flourish   great   and 

free, 
The  dread  and  envy  of  them  all. 

Still  more  majestic  shalt  thou  rise, 

More  dreadful  from  each  foreign  stroke; 
More    dreadful    from,    more    dreadful    from    each 
foreign   stroke; 

As  the  loud  blast,  that,  loud  blast  that  tears  the  skies 

Serves    but    to    root    thy    native    oak. 

19  GOD  SAVE  THE  KING. 

(English   National   Hymn) 

God  save  our  gracious  King, 
Long   live   our   noble    King, 
God  save  the  King! 

Send  him  victorious, 
Happy  and  glorious, 
Long  to  reign   over  us, 
God  save  the  King! 


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O  Lord,  our  God,  arise, 
Scatter  his  enemies, 
And  make  them  fall. 

Confound   their   politics, 
Frustrate    their    knavish    tricks, 
On  thee  our  hopes  we  fix, 
God  save  the  King! 

Thy  choicest  gifts  in  store, 
On  him  be  pleased  to  pour, 
Long  may  he  reign. 

May  he  defend  our  laws, 
And  ever  give  us  cause, 
To  sing  with  heart  and  voice, 
God  save  the  King! 

20  THE  GRAND  OLD  FLAG. 

The  Grand  Old  Flag  is  just  what  she  used  to  be, 
Emblem  of  Liberty,  fearless  of  Germany, 
The  Grand  Old  Flag  is  just  what  she  used  to  be, 
Many  long  years  ago. 

CHORUS: 

Many  long  years  ago,  Many  long  years  ago, 

The  Grand  Old  Flag  is  just  what  she  used  to  be, 

Many  long  years  ago. 


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20-A  THE  MARSEILLAISE. 

Ye   sons  of   Freedom,  wake  to   glory! 
Hark!  hark!  what  myriads  bid  you  rise! 
Your   children,   wives,   and   grand  sires   hoary, 
Behold  their  tears,  and  hear  their  cries! 
Behold  their  tears,  and  hear  their  cries! 
Shall  hateful  tyrants,  mischief  breeding, 
With  hireling  hosts  a  ruffian  band, 
Afright  and  desolate   the  land, 
When  peace  and  liberty  lie  bleeding?  *r 

To  arms,  to  arms,  ye  brave! 
Th*  avenging  sword  unsheath! 
March  on,  march  on,  all  hearts  resolved 
On  liberty  or  death! 

With  luxury  and  pride  surrounded, 

The  vile  insatiate  despots  dare, 

Their   thirst   for   gold    and   power   unbounded, 

To  mete  and  vend  the  light  and  air! 

To  mete  and  vend  the  light  and  air! 

Like  beasts  of  burden  would  they  load  us, 

Like  gods  would  bid  {heir  slaves  adore; 

But  man  is  man,  and  who  is  more? 
Then  shall  they  longer  lash  and  goad  us? 
To  arms,  to  arms,  ye  brave! 
Th'  avenging  sword  unsheath! 
March  on,  march  on,  all  hearts  resolved 
On  liberty  or  death! 


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20-B  IRISH  KAISER 

(Tune  "Wearing  of  the  Green) 

When  the  War  is  over  laddy,  just  take  a  tip  from 
me, 

There  will  be  no  German  submarines  a  driving- 
through  the  sea; 

And  the  Fatherland  of  Kaiser  Bill,  the  guy  we're 
going  to  lick, 

Will  have  a  bran  new  Kaiser,  and  the  same  will  be 
a  Mick. 

We  will  change  their  song  Die  Wacht  am  Rhein, 
into  an  Irish  reel, 

And  we'll  make  the  Dutchman  dance  it  if  'tis  so  in- 
clined we  feel; 

In  Berlin  the  whole  police  force  will  be  Micks  from 
County  Clare, 

When  we  put  an  Irish  Kaiser  in  the  palace  over 
there. 

Shure  in  every  German  parkway,  you'll  find  a  sweet 
colleen, 

And  the  fields  of  waving  sauer-kraut  will  be  an  Em- 
erald green; 

No    more    limburger    or   sausage    when    the    German 

drinks  his  suds, 
He'll  get  corn-beef  and  cabbage  and  sonic  good  old 

Irish  spuds. 
The    Zepellins    and    gas-bombs,    with    them    we'll    do 

away, 
And  make  them  use  shillahlees,  and  bricks  of  Irish 

clay; 
They  will  wear  no  iron  crosses,  for  'tis  shamrocks 

they  will  wear, 
When   we   put   an    Irish    Kaiser   in    the   palace   over 

there. 


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21  ILLINOIS 

By  thy  rivers  gently  flowing,  Illinois,  Illinois, 
O'er  thy  prairies  verdant  growing,  Illinois,  Illinois, 

Comes  an  echo  on  the  breeze, 

Rustling  thro'  the  leafy  trees', 
And  its  mellow  tones  are  these,  Illinois,  Illinois. 

Repeat  the  last  line. 

From  a  wilderness  of  prairies,  Illinois,  Illinois, 
Straight  thy  way  and  never  varies,  Illinois,  Illinois. 

Till  upon  the  inland  sea, 

Stands  the  great  commercial  tree, 
Turning  all  the  world  to  thee,  Illinois,  Illinois. 

When  you  heard  your  country  calling,  Illinois,  Illi- 
nois, 
Where  the  shot  and  shell  were  falling,  Illinois,  Illi- 
nois, 
When  the  Southern  host  withdrew, 
Pitting  Gray  against  the  Blue, 
There  were  none  more  brave  than  you,  Illinois,  Illi- 
nois. 

Not   without   thy   wondrous   story,   Illinois.   Illinois. 
Can  be  writ  the  nation's  glory,  Illinois,  Illinois, 

On  the  record  of  the  years, 

Ab'ram  Lincoln's  name  appears 
Grant  and  Logan  and  our  tears,  Illinois,  Illinois. 

22  PEORIA  IS  MY  OWN  TOWN 

(Tune — "In  the  Good  Old  Summer  Time") 
Tell  the  folks  in  Peoria, 
That  I'll  be  back  some  day, 
When  I  return,  I'll  never  yearn 
To  leave,  I'll  stay  right  there 
Where  folks  were  always  good  to  me, 
Where  fortune  smiles  right  down, 
It's  the  best  old  place  in  the  United  States, 
Peoria  is  my  town. 


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23  I  LIKE  A  TOWN  LIKE  PEORIA 

(Tune— "I  Want  a  Girl") 

I   like  a  town,  Just  like  the  town 

We  call  Peoria, 

Where  perfect  health,  and  boundless  wealth 

From  those  rich  lands  you  draw. 

Mountain  peaks  and  ocean  breezes  may  be  fine, 

But  I'll  take  the  Illinois  valleys  for  mine, 

Grand  place  to  strike,  that's  why  I  like 

A  town  like  Peoria. 

24  PEORIA 

(Tune— "Tammany") 

Peoria,   Peoria,   City  of  the   Central  West, 
Bet  your  life  it  is  the  best, 

Peoria,  Peoria,  The  only  place  on  earth  to  live 
Is  PEORIA. 

Peoria,  Peoria,  Business  center  of  the  earth, 
There  you  get  your  money's  worth, 
Peoria.  Peoria,  Come  and  buy  your  goods  from  us 
In  PEORIA. 

25  HAIL,  ILLINOIS.* 

(By   Wallace   Rice.) 

By  the  Flag  that's  floating  o'er  us, 
By  our  fathers'   fame  before  us, 
Raise  your  voices  in-  the  chorus, 

Hail    Illinois. 

CHORUS 

Hail,  Illinois! 
Hail,    Illinois! 
Thine  the  story, 
God's  the  glory: 
Hail,  Illinois! 


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By  the  mem'ries  that  attend  her: 
Grant,  the  Union's  bold  defender; 
Loyal  Douglas;   Lincoln's  splendor; 
ITail    Illinois. 

By  her  hundred  years  of  honor — 
Who  in  all  the  world  outshone  her? 
Wreathed  like  laurel  bright  upon  her, 
Hail    Illinois. 

By  the  fields  her  sons  left  gory, 
Make  her  past  her  future  story, 
On  and  on  to  greater  glory 

Hail    Illinois. 

*  To  be  sung  to  the  old  air  of  "The  Little  Black 
Bull."  Note  that  in  the  stanzas  the  audience  is 
being  appealed  to  to  hail  Illinois,  and  in  the  chorus 
the  audience  is  hailing  her;  in  other  words,  Illinois 
is  in  the  third  person  in  the  verse  part,  in  the  second 
person  in   the   chorus. 

26  THE  OLD  OAKEN  BUCKET. 

How  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  child- 
hood, 

When  fond  recollection  presents  them  to  view! 
The   orchard,   the   meadow,    the   deep    tangled   wild- 
wood, 
And  ev'ry  loved  spot  which  my  infancy  knew; 
The  wide-spreading  pond,  and  the  mill  that  stood  by 
it, 

The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell; 
The   cot  of  my  father,  the   dairy-house  nigh  it. 

And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 
The   old   oaken   bucket,   the   iron-bound   bucket, 

The  moss-covered  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well 


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The  moss-covered  bucket  I  hailed  as  a  treasure, 
For  often  at  noon,  when  returned  from  the  field, 

I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure, 
The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  can  yield. 

How    ardent    I    seized    it,    with    hands    that    were 
glowing. 

And  quick  to  the  white-pebbled  bottom  it  fell, 
Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowing. 

And  dripping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from  the  well 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  arose  from  the  well. 

How  sweet  from  the  green,  mossy  brim  to  receive  it, 
As,  poised  on  the  curb,  it  inclined  to  my  lips! 

Not  a  full-blushing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it 
Tho'  filled  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips. 

And  now,  far  removed  from  the  loved  habitation, 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell, 
As  fancy  reverts   to  my  father's  plantation. 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 

The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound  bucket, 
The  moss-covered  bucket  which  hangs  in  the  well. 

27  HOME,  SWEET  HOME. 

'Mid  pleasures  and  palaces  though  we  may  roam, 

Be  it  ever  so  humble  there's  no  place  like  home. 

A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us  there, 

Which  seek  thro'  the  world  is  ne'er  met  with  else- 
where. 

CHORUS. 
Home,  home,  home  sweet  home. 
There's  no  place  like  home, 
Oh,  there's  no  place  like  home. 


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I  gaze  on  the  moon  as  I  tread  the  drear  wild, 
And   feel  that  my  mother  now  thinks  of  her  child. 
As   she   looks  on   that  moon  from  our  own   cottage 

door, 
Thro'  the  wqodbine  whose  fragrance  shall  cheer  me 

no  more. 

An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzles  in  vain, 
Oh  give  me  my  lowly  thatch'd  cottage  again. 
The  birds  singing  gaily  that  came  at  my  call, 
Give  me  them  and  that  peace  of  mind  dearer  than  all. 

28  ARE  YOU  FROM  DIXIE? 

Are  you  from  Dixie?     I  said  from  Dixie! 

Where  the  fields  of  cotton  beckon  to  me. 
I'm  glad  to  see  you,  Tell  me  how  be  you 

And  the  friends  I'm  longing  to  see. 

If  you're  from  Alabama,  Tennessee  or  Caroline 
Any  place  below  the  Mason  Dixon  line 

Then   you're   from   Dixie,    Hurray   for    Dixie! 
'Cause  I'm  from  Dixie  too! 

29  WHO   SAID  DIXIE? 

It    draws    my    attention    to    hear    someone    mention 

My  Home  Sweet  Home, 

Because  no  matter  where  I   chance  to  roam 

I  find  that  spot  the  grandest  one  on  earth, 

It  gave  me  birth 

That  is  the  only  place  I  rave  about 

There's  no  use  o'  trying  I  can't  help  a  sighing 

For  Dixie  Land 

And  every  time  I  hear  a  Dixie  band 

I  can't  help  dancin'  round  just  like  a  child, 

It  sets  me  wild — 

Just  speak  of  Dixie  land  any  old  spot, 

You  can  have  any  old  thing  that  I've  got. 


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CHORUS. 
Who   said  Dixie?     Did  you  say   Dixie? 
Someone  said  Dixie  to  me 
It  sure  did  remind  me  of  my  old  mammy, 
Jt  brought  me   right  back  home   to  Alabammy 
Back  to  places  where  smiling  faces  mean  hospitality. 
When  the  Lord  found  out  he  made  the  best, 
He  called  it   Dixie  then  took  a  rest — 
Who  said  Dixie?     If  you  said  Dixie,  then  you  said 
something   to  me. 

30  DIXIE  LAND. 

I   wish  I   was  in   de  land  ob   cotton, 
Old  times   dar  am  not  forgotten, 

Look  away!    Look  away!    Look  away!    Dixie  Land. 
In   Dixie   Land   whar   I    was   born   in, 
Early  on   one  frosty  mornm', 

Look  away!   Look  away!   Look  away!    Dixie  Land. 

CHORUS. 
Den   I   wish  I   was   in   Dixie,   Hooray!     Hooray! 
In  Dixie  Land,  I'll  take  my  stand 
To  lib  and  die  in  Dixie, 
Away,  away,  away  down  south  in   Dixie. 
Away,  away,  away  clown  south  in  Dixie. 

Old   Missus   marry  "Will-de-weaber," 
Willium  was   a   gay   deceaber; 

Look  away!    Look  away!    Look  away!    Dixie  Land. 
But   when   he   put   his   arm   around   'er. 
He  smiled  as  fierce  as  a  forty  pounder. 

Look  away!   Look  away!   Look  away!    Dixie  Land. 

His  face  was  sharp  as  a  butcher's   cleaber, 
But  dat  did  not  seem  to  greab'er; 

Look  away!   Look  away!  Look  away!   Dixie  Land. 
Old  Missus  acted  the  foolish  part 
And  died  for  a  man  dat  broke  her  heart, 

Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!   Dixie  Land. 


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30-A  Tune,  "DIXIE." 

Oh,  I  hope  some  day  that  my  luck  will  find  me, 
Cross  the  Rhine  with  a  gang  behind  me, 

Look  away,  look  away,  look  away,  Germany! 
For  you  can  bet  your  Ann  Eliza 
I  would  like  to  stick  the  Kaiser, 

Look  away,  look  away,  look  away,  Germany! 

CHORUS 

Oh,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  the  army,  Hooray!     Hooray! 
I  hope  in  France  I  get  a  chance  to  kick  the  Kaiser 

in  the  pants. 
Let's  go,  Let's  go,  Let's  go  and  can  the  Kaiser! 
Let's  go,  Let's  go,  Let's  go  and  can  the  Kaiser! 

Oh,  I  hope  and  pray  it  will  be  yours  truly 
Puts  the  B   on  Bill  the   Bully, 

Look  away,  look  away,  look  away.  Germany! 
I'd  come  across  with  my  bottom  dollar 
Just  to  hear  his  highness  holler. 

Look  away,  look  away,  look  away,  Germany! 

31  THE  U.  S.  A.  FOREVER. 

(Tune:     "Dixie  Land). 

Come   all  who   live  in   the  U.   S.  A. 
Join  in  our  song  and  sing  today. 

Work  away,  work  away,  for  the  land  of  the  free. 
United   firm   with  every   state 
Will  make  a  nation  good  and  great. 

Work  away,  work  away,  for  the  land  of  the  free. 

CHORUS. 
The  U.   S.  A.   forever, 
Hurrah!     Hurrah! 
The  stars  and  stripes  shall  wave  above  the  U.  S.  A. 

forever. 
Hurrah!     Hurrah! 
The  U.  S.  A.  forever. 
Hurrah!     Hurrah! 
The  U.  S.  A. -forever. 


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32  CARRY  ME  BACK  TO  OLD  VIRGINNY 

Carry  me  back  to  old  Virginny, 
There's  where  the  cotton  and  the  corn  and  taters 
grow; 
There's  where  the  birds  warble  sweetly  in  the  spring- 
time; 
I    There's   where   dis   old  darky's   heart  am   long  to 

go; 
There's  where  I  labored  so  long  for  old  master 

Day  after  day  in  that  field  of  yellow  corn; 
No  place  on  earth  do  I  love  more  sincerely 
Than  old  Virginny,  the  place  where  I  was  born. 

CHORUS 
Carry  me  back  to  old  Virginny, 

There's  where  the  cotton  and  the  corn  and  taters 
grow. 

There's   where   the  birds   warble  sweetly   in   spring- 
time, 

There's  where  dis  old  darky's  heart  am  long  to  go. 

33  OLD  FOLKS  AT  HOME. 

'Way  down  upon  de  Swanee  river, 

Far,  far  away, 
Dere's  wha  my  heart  is  turning  ever, 

Dere's  wha  de  old  folks  stay. 

All  up  and  down  de  whole  creation, 

Sadly   I   roam, 
Still  longing  for  de  old  plantation, 

And  for  de  old  folks  at  home. 

CHORUS 
All  de  world  is  sad  and  dreary, 

Ev'rywhere  I  roam; 
Oh!    darkies,  how  my  heart  grows  weary, 

Far  from  de  old  folks  at  home. 


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All  roun'  de  little  farm  I  wandered, 

When  I  was  young; 
Den  many  happy  days  I  squandered, 

Many  de  songs  I  sung. 

When  I  was  playing  with  my  brother, 

Happy  was  I; 
Oh!     take  me  to  my  kind  old  mother, 

There  let  me  live  and  die. 

One  little  hut  among  de  bushes, 

One  that  I  love, 
Still  sadly  to  my  mem'ry  rushes, 

No  matter  where  I  rove. 

When  will  I  see  de  bees  a  humming, 
All  roun'  de  comb? 
When  will  I  hear  de  banjo  trumming, 
Down  in  my  good  old  home? 

34    MASSA'S  IN  THE  COLD,  COLD  GROUND. 

Round    de    meadows   am   a-ringing 
De  darkeys'  mournful  song, 

While  de  mocking  birds  am  singing. 
Happy  as  the  day  am  long. 

Where  de  ivy  am  a-creeping, 

O'er  de  grassy  mound, 
Dare  old  massa  am  a-sleeping. 
Sleeping  in  de  cold,  cold  ground. 

CHORUS 

Down  in  the  corn  field, 

Hear  dat  mournful  sound; 
All  de  darkeys  am  a-weeping, 

Massa's  in  de  cold,  cold  ground. 

When  de  autumn  leaves  were  falling, 

WThen  de  days  were  cold, 
'Twas  hard  to  hear  old  Massa  calling, 

Cayse  he  was  so  weak  and  old. 


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Xow  de  orange  trees  am  blooming, 

On  de  sandy  shore, 
Xow  de  summer  days  am  coming, 

Massa  nebber  calls  no  more. 

Massa  make  de  darkeys  love  him, 

Cayse  he  was  so  kind, 
Xow  dey  sadly  weep  above  him, 

Mourning  cayse  he  leave  dem  behind. 

I   cannot  work  before  tomorrow, 

Cayse  de  tear  drops  flow; 
I   try  to  drive  away  my  sorrow, 

Picking  on  de  old  banjo. 

35  OLD  BLACK  JOE. 

Gone  are  the  days,   when  my  heart  was  young  and 

gay; 
Gone  are   my   friends,  from   the  cotton   fields  away; 

Gone  from  the  earth   to  a  better  land,  I   know, 

I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 

CHORUS 

I'm   coming,    I'm   coming,    For   my    head   is  bending 

low; 
I  hear  those  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 

Why  do  I  weep,  when  my  heart  should  feel  no  pain? 
Why  do  I  sigh,  that  my  friends  come  not  again? 
Grieving  for  forms  now  departed  long  ago, 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 

Where  are  the  hearts,  once  so  happy  and  so  free? 
The  children  so  dear,  that  I  held  upon  my  knee? 
Gone  to  the  shore  where  my  soul  has  longed  to  go, 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe!" 


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36  MY  OLD  KENTUCKY  HOME. 

The  sun  shines  bright  in  the  old  Kentucky  home, 
'Tis  summer,  the  darkies  are  gay; 

The   corntops  ripe  and  the  meadows  in   the  bloom, 
While  the  birds  make  music  all  the  day; 

The  young  folks  roll  on  the  little  cabin  floor, 
All  merry,  all  happy  and  bright, 

By'n-by  "Hard  Times"  comes  a-knocking  at  the  door, 
Then  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good  night. 

CHORUS 

Weep  no  more,  my  lady, 
Oh,  weep  no  more  today; 

We  will  sing  one  song  for  the  old  Kentucky  home, 
For  the  old  Kentucky  home  far  away. 

They  hunt  no  more  for  the  possum  and  the  coon, 
On  the  meadow,  the  hill,  and  the  shore; 

They  sing  no  more  by  the  glimmer  of  the  moon, 
On  the  bench  by  the  old  cabin  door; 

The  day  goes  by  like  a  shadow  o'er  the  heart, 
With  sorrow  where  all  was  delight, 

The  time  has  come  when  the  darkies  have  to  part, 
Then  my  old   Kentucky  home,  good  night. 

The  head  must  bow  and  the  back  will  have  to  bend, 
Wherever  the  darky  may  go; 

A  few  more  days  and  the  trouble  all  will  end, 
In  the  fields  where  the  sugar  canes  grow; 

A  few  more  days  for  to  tote  the  heavy  load, 
No  matter  'twill  never  be  light, 

A  few  more  days  we  will  totter  on  the  road, 
Then   my  old  Kentucky  home,  good  night. 


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37  HARD  TIMES  COME  AGAIN  NO  MORE. 

Let  us  pause  in  life's  pleasures  and  count  its  many 
tears 

While  we  all  sup  sorrow  with  the  poor: 
There's  a  song  that  will  linger  forever  in  our  ears; 

Oh!   Hard  Times,  come  again  no  more. 

CHORUS. 
'Tis  the  song,  the  sigh  of  the  weary,-- 

Hard  Times,  Hard  Times,  come  again  no  more; 
Many  days  you  haye  linger'd  around  my  cabin  door, 

Oh,  Hard  Times,  come  again  no  more. 

While  we   seek   mirth   and  beauty  and  -music  light 
and  gay 
There  are  frail  forms  fainting  at  the  door: 
Though  their  voices  are  silent,  their  pleading  looks 
will  say — • 
Oh!   Hard  Times,  come  again  no  more. 

There's  a  pale  drooping  maiden  who  toils  her  life 
away 
With  a  worn  heart  whose  bitter  days  are  o'er: 
Though  her  voice  would  be  merry,  'tis  singing  all  the 
day— 

Oh!   Hard  Times,   come  again  no   more. 
'Tis  a  sigh  that  is  wafted  across  the  troubled  wave, 

'Tis  a  wail  that  is  heard  upon  the  shore, 
'Tiy    a    dirge    that    is    murmured    around    the    lowly 
grave, 

Oh!   Hard  Times,  come  again  no  more. 

38  ANNIE  LAURIE 

Maxwelton  braes  are  bonnie 

Where   early  fa's  the   dew, 
And  'twas  there  that  Annie  Laurie 

Gied  me  her  promise  true. 
Gied  me  her  promise  true, 

Which  ne'er  forgot  will  be, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie 

I'd  lay  me  doon  an'  dee. 


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39  MY  BONNIE 

My  Bonnie  is  over  the  ocean, 
My  Bonnie  is  over  the  sea, 

My  Bonnie  is  over  the  ocean, 

O,  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

CHORUS 

Bring  back,  bring  back, 

Bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me,  to  me; 
Bring  back",  bring  back, 

O,  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

O  blow'  ye  winds,  over  the  ocean, 
And  blow,  ye  winds,  over  the  sea, 

O  blow,  ye  winds,  over  the  ocean, 
And  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 
Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  bed, 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 
I  dreamed  that  my  Bonnie  was  dead. 

The  winds  have  blown  over  the  ocean, 
The  winds  have  blown  over  the  sea, 
The  winds  have  blown  over  the  ocean, 
And  bro't  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

40  COMIN*  THRO*  THE  RYE 

If  a  body  meet  a  body,  Comin'  thro,  the  rye, 
If  a  body  kiss  a  body,  Need  a  body  cry? 

CHORUS 
Ev'ry  lassie  has  her  laddie,  Nane,  they  say,  ha'e  I; 
Yet  a'  the  lads  they  smile  on  me,  When  comin*  thro* 
the  rye. 

If  a  body  meet  a  body,  Comin*  frae  the  town, 
If  a  body  greet  a  body,  Need  a  body  frown? 

Amang    the    train    there    is    a    swain    I    dearly    love 

mysel'; 
But  what's  his  name,  or  where's  his  hame,  I  dinna 

choose  to  tell. 


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41  AULD  LANG  SYNE. 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 

And  never  brought  to  mind? 
Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 

And  days  of  auld  lang  syne? 

CHORUS 
For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear, 

For  auld  lang  syne, 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 

For  auld  lang  syne. 

We  two  ha'e  ran  aboot  the  braes, 

And  pu'd  the  gowans  fine, 
We've   wander'd  mony   a   weary   foot 

Sin*  auld  lang  syne. 

We  two'  ha'e  sported  i'  the  burn 

Frae  mornin'  sun  till  dine, 
But  seas  between  us  braid  ha'e  roared 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 

And  here's  a  hand,  my  trusty  frien', 

And  gie's  a  hand  o'  thine; 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 

For  auld  lange  syne. 

42  I  LOVE  A  LASSIE 

Or,  "Ma  Scotch  Bluebell." 

I  love  a  lassie,  a  bonnie  Hielan'  lassie, 

If  ye  saw  her  you  would  fancy  her  as  well; 
I  met  her  in  September,  popp'd  the  question  in  No- 
vember, 

So  I'll  soon  be  havin'  her  a'  to  ma-seF 
Her  faither  has  consented,  so  I'm  feelin'  quite  con- 
tented 

'Cause  I've  been  and  sealed  the  bargain  wi'  a  kiss 
I  sit  and  weary,  weary,  when  I  think  aboot  ma  deary, 

An'  you'll  always  hear  me  singing  this. 


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CHORUS 
I  love  a  lassie, 
A  bonnie,  bonnie  lassie, 

She's  as  pure  as  the  lily  in  the  dell. 
She's  as  sweet  as  the  heather, 
The  bonnie,  bloomin'  heather 

Mary,  ma  Scotch  Bluebell. 

I  love  a  lassie,  a  bonnie  Hielan'  lassie, 

She  can  warble  like  a  blackbird  in  the  dell, 
She's    an    angel    ev'ry    Sunday,    but    a    jolly    lass    on 
Monday; 
She's  as  modest  as  her  namesake,  the  bluebell. 
She's  nice,  she's  neat,  she's  tidy,  and  I  meet  her  ev'ry 
Friday; 
That's  a  s_pecial  nicht  you  bet  I  never  miss. 
I'm    chanted,    I'm    enraptured    since    my    heart    the 
darlin'  captured, 
She's  intoxicated  me  with  bliss. 

I  love  a  lassie,  a  bonnie  Hielan'  lassie, 

I  could  sit  and  let  her  tease  me  for  a  week; 
For   the   way   she  keeps   behavin'   well,   I    never  pay 
for  shavin' 
'Cause   she  rubs   my   whuskers   clean   off  with   her 
cheek. 
And    underneath    my    bonnet,    where    the    hair    was, 
there's  none  on  it, 
For  the  way  she  pats  my  head  has  made  me  bald. 
'Round   her  waist   I   put    my   arm,   just    to   keep   her 
nice  and  warm — 
On  the  frosty  nichts  so  very  cauld. 

43  ROAMIN'   IN   THE   GLOAMIN'. 

I've  seen  lots  of  bonnie  lassies 

Trav'llin'   far  and  wide, 

Rut  my  heart  is  centered  noo'  on  bonnie  Kate  Mc- 

Bride. 
And  altho'  I'm  no  a  chap  that  throws  a  word  away, 
I'm    surprised   myseP    sometimes   at   a'    I've   got    to 

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CHORUS 

Roamin'   in    the   gloamin'   on   the   bonnie    banks    o' 
Clyde. 

Roamin'  in  the  gloamin'  wae  my  lassie  by  my  side 

When  the  sun  has  gone  to  rest, 

That's   the   time   that  we   love  best — 

O'  it's  lovely  roamin'  in  the  gloamin'. 

One  nicht  in  the  gloamin'  we  were 
Trippin'  side  by  side. 
I  kissed  her  twice,  and  asked  her  once 
If  she  would  be  my  bride. 
She  was  shy,  so  was  I 
We  were  baith  the  same, 

But  I   got  brave  and  braver  on  the  journey  comin' 
hame. 

Last  nicht  efter  strollin'  we  got 

Hame  at  half  past  nine. 

Sittin'  at  the  kitchen  fire  I  asked  her  to  be  mine. 

When  she  promised,  I  got  up  and  danced  the  Hielan' 

fling; 
I've  just   been   at   the   jeweller's    and    I've   picked   a 

nice  wee  ring. 

44  A  WEE  DEOCH  AND  DORIS. 

There's  a  good  old  Scottish  cusiom 

That  has  stood  the  test  of  time, 
It's  the  custom  that's  been  carried  out 

In  every  land  and  clime — 
Where  brother  Scots  foregather 

It's  aye  the  usual  thing. 
For  just  before  they  say  "Good  Nicht," 

They  fill  their  cups  and  sing. 


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CHORUS 
Just  a  wee  Deoch-an'  Doris, 

A  wee  drap,  that's  a' 
A  wee  Deoch-an'  Doris, 

Before  we  gang  a-wa' 
There's  a  wee  wifie  waiting. 

In  a  wee  but  an  ben 
Ii  ye  can  say, 
"It's  a  braw,  orient,  moon  licht  nicht 

Ye're  a  richt,  ye  ken. 

I  like  a  man  that  is  a  man, 

A  man  that's  straight  and  fair. 
A  sort  of  man,  that  will  and  can 

In  all  things  do  his  share. 
I  like  a  man,  a  jolly  man, 

The  sort  o'  man  ye  know; 
The  chap  that  slaps  yer  back  and  says,. 

"Mon  Jock/'  before  we  go. 

I'll  invite  ye  a'  some  other  nicht, 

To  come  and  bring  yer  wives, 
And  I'll  guarantee  ye'll  have  the  grandest 

Nicht  in  all  yer  lives, 
I'll  have  the  bag-pipes  skirling 

We'll  make  the  rafters  ring, 
And  when  yer  tired  and  sleepy, 

Why,  I'll  wake  yer  up  an'  sing. 

45  JUST  BEFORE  THE  BATTLE,  MOTHER. 

Just  before  the  battle,   Mother, 

I  am  thinking  most  of  you, 
While  upon  the  field  we're  watching, 

With  the  enemy  in  view. 

Hark!    I  hear  the  bugles  sounding, 

'Tis  the  signal  for  the  fight; 
Now  may  God  protect  us,  Mother, 

As  He  ever  does  the  right. 


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Comrades  brave  around  me  lying, 
Filled  with  tho'ts  of  home  and  God; 

For  well   they   know   that  on   the   morrow 
Some  will  sleep  beneath  the  sod. 

Hear   the  "Battle   Cry   of   Freedom," 

How   it   swells   upon   the*  air; 
Oh,  yes,  we'll  rally  round  the  standard, 

Or  we'll  perish  nobly  there. 

CHORUS 

Farewell,   Mother,  you   may  never,  you  may   never, 
Mother, 
Press  me  to  your  heart  again; 
But  oh,  you'll  not  forget  me,  Mother,  (you  will  not 
forget  me) 
If  I'm  numbered  with  the  slain. 

46  ROCK  OF  AGES. 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee; 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  Thy  wounded  side  which  flowed 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These    for   sin    could   not   atone; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring; 
Simply  to  Thy 'cross   I   cling. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  Thee  on  Thy  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 


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47         ONWARD,  CHRISTIAN  SOLDIERS 

Onward,    Christian    soldiers, 

Marching  as   to  war; 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

Going    on   before. 
Christ,   the  royal   Master, 

Leads  against  the   foe; 
Forward   into    battle, 

See,    His   banners   go. 

CHORUS 
Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

Going  on  before. 

Like  a   mighty  army, 

Moves   the    Church   of   God; 
Brothers,   we   are   treading 

Where  the  saints  have  trod; 
We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. 

Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the   Church  of  Jesus 

Constant    will    remain; 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail; 
We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 

And  that  cannot  fail. 

Onward,   then,   ye   people, 

Join  our  happy  throng;  _ 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph-song; 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor, 

Unto  Christ  the  King; 
This  through  countless  ages, 

Men   and   angels   sing. 


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48  NEARER,  MY  GOD,  TO  THEE. 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee! 
E'en  tho'  it  be  a  cross 

That   raiseth    me, 

Still   all    my    song   shall   be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee! 

Tho'    like    the    wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down, 

Darkness  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone; 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer   to   Thee! 

Then   with  my  waking  tho'ts 
Bright  with  Thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'll  raise; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be. 
Nearer,    my    God,    to    Thee, 
Nearer,    my    God,    to   Thee, 
Nearer   to   Thee! 

Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forget, 

Upward  I  fly, 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee! 


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49  IN  THE  SWEET  BY  AND   BY. 

There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  may  see  it  afar, 

For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling-place  there. 

CEfORUS. 

In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore! 
In  the  sweet  by  and  by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 

We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore, 
The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 

And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more, 
Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessings  of  rest. 

To  our  bountiful   Father  above 
We  will  offer  the  tribute  of  praise, 

For  the  glorious  gift  of  His  love, 
And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days! 

50  GOOD-NIGHT  LADIES. 

Good  night,  ladies! 
Good  night,  ladies! 
Good  night,  ladies! 
We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 

CHORUS 
Merrily  we  roll  along, 
Roll  along,  roll  along, 
Merrily  we  roll  along, 
Over  the  dark  blue  sea. 

Farewell,  ladies! 
Farewell,  ladies! 
Farewell,  ladies! 
We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 

Sweet  dreams,  ladies! 
Sweet  dreams,  ladies! 
Sweet  dreams,  ladies! 
We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 


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51  LOVE'S  OLD  SWEET  SONG. 

Once   in   the   dear   dead   days   beyond   recall, 
When  on  the  world  the  mists  began  to  fall, 
Out  of  the  dreams  that  rose  in  happy  throng, 
Low  to  our  hearts  love  sang  an   old  sweet  song; 
And   in   the   dusk,   where   fell   the   firelight   gleam, 
Softly   it  wove  itself  into  our   dream. 

REFRAIN. 
Just   a   song   at   twilight,   when   the   lights   are   low, 
And  the  flickering  shadows   softly  come  and  go; 
Tho'  the  heart  be  weary,  sad  the  day  and  long, 
Still  to  us  at  twilight  comes   love's  old  song, 
Comes  love's  old  sweet  song. 

Even  today  we  hear  love's  song  of  yore, 
Deep  in  our  hearts  it  dwells  forever  more, 
Footsteps  may  falter,  weary  grow  the   way, 
Still  we  can  hear  it  at  the  close  of  day; 
So  till  the  end,  when   life's   dim  shadows   fall, 
Love  will  be  found  the  sweetest  song  of  all. 

52  DARLING  NELLIE  GRAY. 

There's  a  low  green  valley  on  the  old  Kentucky  shore 
Where  I've  whiled  many  happy  hours  away, 

A  sitting  and  a-singing  by  the  little  cottage  door 
Where  lived  my  darling  Nelly  Gray. 

CHORUS. 
(T  my  poor  Nelly  Gray,  they  have  taken  you  away, 

And  I'll  never  see  my  darling  any  more; 
I'm  sitting  by  the  river  and  I'm  weeping  all  the  day, 
.  For  you've  gone  from  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 

When  the  moon  had  climbed  the  mountain,  and  the 
stars  were  shining  too, 

Then   I'd   take  my  darling  Nelly  Gray, 
And  we'd  float  down  the  river  in  my  little  red  canoe, 

While  my  banjo  sweetly  I  would  play. 


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My  eyes  are  getting  blinded,  and  I   cannot  see  my 
way; 

Hark!   there's   somebody  knocking  at  the   door; 

O  I  hear  the  angels  calling,  and  I  see  my  Nelly  Gray, 

Farewell  to  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 

CHORUS   (last  verse). 
O  my  darling  Nelly  Gray,  up  in  heaven  there,  they 
say, 
That  they'll  never  take  you  from  me  any  more; 
I'm  a  coming — coming — coming,  as  the  angels  clear 
the    way, 
Farewell  to  the  old  Kentucky  shore. 

53  BEN  BOLT. 

Oh!   don't  you   remember  sweet  Alice,   Ben   Bolt, 

Sweet  Alice,  whose  hair  was  so  brown, 
Who  wept  with  delight  when  you  gave  her  a  smile, 

And  trembled  with  fear  at  your  frown? 
In   the  old   church-yard,  in   the  valley,   Ben   Bolt, 

In  a   corner  obscure  and  alone, 
They  have  fitted  a  slab  of  the  granite  so  gray, 

And    sweet   Alice    lies   under   the    stone, 
They  have  fitted  a  slab  of  the  granite  so  gray, 

And   sweet  Alice   lies   under   the    stone. 

Under  the  hickory  tree,  Ben  Bolt, 

Which  stood  at  the  foot  of  the  hill, 
Together  we've  lain  in  the  noonday  shade, 

And  listened  to  Appleton's  mill. 
The  mill  wheel  has  fallen  to  pieces,  Ben  Bolt, 

The  rafters  have  tumbled  in, 
And  a  quiet  that  crawls  round  the  walls  as  you  gaze, 
x     Has  followed  the  olden  din, 
And  a  quiet  that  crawls  round  the  walls  as  you  gaze, 

Has  followed  the  olden  din. 


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And   don't  you   remember   the   school,   Ben   Bolt, 

With  the  master  so  kind  and  so  true, 
And   the    shaded    nook   by   the    running    brook, 

Where  the  fairest  wild  flowers  grew? 
Grass  grows  on  the  master's  grave,  Ben  Bolt, 

The  spring  of  the  brook  is  dry, 
And  of  all  the  boys  who  were  schoolmates   then, 

There  are  only  you  and  I; 
And  of  all  the  'boys  who  were  schoolmates   then, 

There  are  only  you  and   I. 

54       GOOD-BYE,  MY  LOVER,  GOOD-BYE. 

The   ship  goes   sailing  down   the  bay, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,   good-bye! — 
We  may  not  meet  for  many  a  day, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,   good-bye! — 
My  heart  will  ever  more  be  true, 
Tho'  now  we  sadly  say  adieu; 
Oh,  kisses  sweet  I  leave  with   you, 

Good-bye,    my    lover,    good-bye! 

CR'ORUS. 
The    ship    goes    sailing    down    the    bay, 

Good-bye,   my   lover,   good-bye! 
'Tis  sad   to  tear  my  heart  away! 

Good-bye,   my   lover,   good-bye! 

I'll  miss  you   on   the   stormy   deep, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! — 
What  can   I   do  but  ever  weep? 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! — 
My  heart  is  'broken  with   regret! 
But  never   dream   that   I'll   forget; 
I  lov'd  you  once,  I  love  you  yet. 

Good-bye,    my    lover,    good-bye! 


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Then  cheer  up  till  we  meet  again, 

Good-bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! — 
I'll  try  to  bear  my  weary  pain, 

Good-'bye,  my  lover,  good-bye! — 
Tho'   far  I   roam  across  the  sea, 
My  ev'ry  thought  of  you  shall  be, 
Oh,  say  you'll  sometimes  think  of  mc, 

Good-bye,    my    lover,    good-bye! 

55  LISTEN  TO  THE  MOCKING  BIRD. 

I'm    dreaming    now    of    Hally,    sweet    Hally,    sweet 

Hally, 
I'm  dreaming  now  of  Hally, 

For  the  thought  of  her  is  one  that  never  dies; 
She's   sleeping  in  the  valley,   the  valley,   the  valley, 
She's   sleeping  in  the  valley, 

And  the  mocking  bird  is   singing  where  she  lies. 

CKtORUS. 
Listen   to   the   mocking  bird, 
Listen  to  the  mocking  bird, 

The  mocking  bird  still  singing  o'er  her  grave: 
Listen   to   the   mocking  bird, 
Listen   to  the   mocking  bird, 

Still   singing  where   the   weeping  willows   wave. 

Ah!  well  I  yet  remember,  remember,  remember, 
Ah!   well   I   yet   remember, 

When  we  gather'd  in  the  cotton,  side  by  side; 
'Twas  in  the  mild  September,  September,  September, 
'Twas  in  the  mild  September, 

And  the  mocking  bird  is  singing  where  she  lies. 

56  LONDON  BRIDGE. 

London   bridge   is   falling   down, 
Falling  down,  falling  down, 
London   bridge    is    falling   down. 
My  fair  lady. 


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Build  it  up  with  iron  bars, 
Iron  bars,  iron  bars, 
Build  it  up  with  iron  bars, 
My  fair  lady. 

Iron  bars  will  bend  and  break, 
Bend  and  break,  /bend  and  break, 
Iron  bars  will  bend  and  break, 
My  fair  lady. 

Build  it  up  with  gold  and  silver, 

Gold  and   silver,  gold  and  silver, 

Build  it  up  with  gold  and  silver, 
My  fair  lady. 

Directions — Two  children  make  the  bridge  so  as  to  form 
an  arch  ;  the  others  form  in  line,  each  one  holding  on  to  the 
one  in  front,  and  pass  under  the  arch  ;  at  the  words,  "My 
Fair  Lady"  the  two  who  form  the  brid,ge  let  their  arms  fall, 
catching  whichever  child  happens  to  be  passing.  He  is 
then  asked  "Which  do  you  prefer,  gold  or  silver?"  and  he 
is  sent  behind  one  or  the  other  of  the  bridge-makers,  accord- 
ing to  his  choice,  they  having  privately  agreed  which  will 
stand  for  silver  and  which  for  gold.  After  all  have  chosen, 
the  game  ends  with  a  tug-of-war  between  the  two  sides. 

57  THE  QUILTING  PARTY. 

In  the  sky  the  bright  stars  glittered, 

On  the  bank  the  pale  moon  shone; 
And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 

CHORUS. 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home, 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 

And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party, 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 

On  my  arm  a  soft  hand  rested, 

Rested  light  as  ocean  foam; 
And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party 

I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 


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On  my  lips  a  whisper  trembled, 
Trembled  till  it  dared  to  come, 

And  'twas  from  Aunt  Dinah's  quilting  party 
I  was  seeing  Nellie  home. 


58  FARMER  IN  THE  DELL. 

The  farmer  in  the  dell, 
The  farmer  in  the  dell, 
High  oh  the  deny  oh, 
The  farmer  in  the  dell. 

The  farmer  takes  a  wife, 
The  farmer  takes  a  wife, 
High  oh  the  derry  oh, 
The  farmer  takes  a  wife. 

The  wife  takes  a  child, 
The  wife  takes  a  child, 
High  oh  the  derry  oh, 
The  wife   takes  a  child. 

The  child  takes  the  nurse, 
The  child  takes  the  nurse, 
High  oh  the  derry  oh, 
The   child  takes  the  nurse. 

The  nurse   takes  the  dog, 
The  nurse  takes  the  dog, 
High  oh  the  derry  oh, 
The  nurse  takes  the  dog. 

The  dog  takes  the  cat, 
The  dog  takes  the  cat, 
High  oh  the  derry  oh, 
The  dog  takes  the  cat. 

The  cat  takes  the  rat, 
The  cat  takes  the  rat, 
High  oh  the  derry  oh, 
The  cat  takes  the  rat, 


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The  rat  takes  the  cheese, 
The  rat  takes  the  cheese, 
High  oh  the  derry  oh, 
The   rat  takes   the   cheese, 

The  cheese  stands  alone. 

The   cheese  stands  alone. 

High  oh  the  derry  oh, 

The  cheese  stands  alone. 

Directions — One  child,  the  farmer,  stands  in  the  center 
of  circle,  and  at  the  singing  of  first  verse,  chooses  another, 
"the  wife,"  from  the  circle  ;  this  one,  in  turn,  chooses,  the 
next  and  so  on  until  the  "cheese*'  is  clapped  out,  and  must 
begin   again   as  the  farmer. 

59  A  PERFECT  DAY. 

When  you  come  to  the  end  of  a  perfect  day, 

And  you  sit  alone  with  your   thought, 
While   the   chimes  ring  out  with   a   carol  gay, 

For  the  joy  that  the  day  has  brought, 
Do  you  think  what  the  end  of  a  perfect  day 

Can  mean  to  a  tired  heart, 
When  the  sun  goes  down  with  a  flaming  ray, 

And  the  Dear  friends  have  to  part? 

Well,  this  is  the  end  of  a  perfect  diiyt 

Near  the  end  of  a  journey  too; 
But  it  leaves  a  thought  that  is  big  and  strong, 

With  a  wish  that  is  kind  and  true, 
For  mem'ry  has  painted  this  perfect  day 

With  colors  that  never  fade, 
And  we  find,  at  the  end  of  a  perfect  day, 

The  soul  of  a  friend  we've  made. 

59-A  Tune,  "A  Perfect  Day." 

When  you  come  to  the  end  of  a  perfect  day, 

And  you're  due  for  a  sudden  hunch, 
Do  you  sometimes  think  of  a  royal  jay 

Whose  jaw  you  would  like  to  punch? 
Do  you  sometimes  think  of  the  joy  't  would  bring — 

And  last  you  a  whole  long  week — 
To  just  wind  up  for  a  right  hand  swing 

And  land  on  the  Kaiser's  beak? 


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Well,  this  is  the  end  of  a  perfect  day — 

With  nobody  round  to  stop — 
To  get  your  teeth  in  the  Kaiser's  ear 

And  your  knee  in  tHe  Kaiser's  crop, 
To  get  your  thumbs  in  a  loving  way 

On  the  back  of  the  Kaiser's  neck, 
While  the  sun  goes  down  with  a  flaming  ray 

And  lights  up  the  royal  wreck! 

60 

THE  MAN  BEHIND  THE  HAMMER  AND  THE 

PLOW 

It's  the  man  behind  the  Hammer  and  the  Plow 
Who  made  this  country  what  it  is  today; 
It's  the  man  behind  the  Hammer  and  the  Plow, 
The  gift  of  God's  Creation,  the  builders  of  the  na- 
tion— 

Mechanic  and  the  Engineer,  all  honest  Sons  of  Toil, 
The  back-bone  of  the  world  today, 
The  man  who  tills  the  soil; 
Jt's  up  to  him  to  win  the  battle  now — 
The  man  behind  the  Hammer  and  the  Plow. 

61 

WHERE  THE   BLACK-EYED   SUSANS   GROW 

I'm   going   back   to    a    shack   where    the    Black-eyed 
Susans  grow 

I  love  'em  so, — 

They're  all  around  on  the  ground  where  I  found  the 

one  I  know — 
So  long  ago, — 

The   honey  bees   all  know   I'm   comin' — 
I  seem  to  hear  them  softly  hummin', 

"You'll  be  losin'  your  little  Susan, 
You'd  better  be  getting  busy  buzzin'  around." 
To  stroll  again  clown  the  lane  to  the  plain  old  rustic 
seat 


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Will  be  a  treat, 

And  then  I'll  bring  out  the  ring  for  the  finger  of  my 

sweet, — 
She's  mighty  sweet — 

And  when  I'm  tied  to  the  pride  of  the  country  side 
Maybe  I'll  introduce  you  to  my  corn-fed  bride, 
When  I  come  back  from  the  shack  where  the  Black- 
eyed  Susans  grow. 

62  YOU'RE  A  DANGEROUS  GIRL 

You're  beautiful,   yes  beautiful, 
You're  wonderful,  I  know, 
But  you're  the  kind  of  girlie  that  makes  'em  fall, 
And  when  you  get  'em  where  you  want  'em  you 
fool  'em  all; 

I'm  on  to  you,  But  I'm  fond  of  you, 
'Cause  you're  the  sweetest  girl  in  the  world, 
I  love  your  eyes,  I'm  fond  of  your  kissing, 
But  my  heart  cries:    "Stop,  Look  and  Listen!" 

You're  wonderful,  yes  marvelous, 

But  you're  a  dog-gone  dangerous  girl. 

63  PRETTY  BABY 

Everybody  loves  a  baby  that's  why  I'm  in  love  with 
you, 

Pretty  Baby,  Pretty  Baby, 
And    I'd   like    to   be    your    sister,    brother,    dad    and 
mother  too, 

Pretty  Baby,  Pretty  Baby, 

Won't  you  come  and  let  me  rock  you  in  my  cradle 
of  love, 

And  we'll  cuddle  all  the  time. 
Oh!  I  want  a  Lovin'  Baby  and  it  might  as  well  be 
you, 

Pretty  Baby  of  mine. 


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64  THAT  OLD  GIRL  OF  MINE 

In  your  eyes  the  light  of  love  was  softly  beaming, 

My  dearie,  so  sweet  and  cheery. 

In  your  hair  a  shade  of  gold  was  gleaming, 

Like  moonbeams  that  shine. 

Lou,  Lou,  I  still  love  you,  for  the  sake  of 

Auld  Lang  Syne; 
And  I  call  you  when  I  fall  to  sleep  a  dreaming 
-  "That  Old  Girl  of  Mine." 


65  MY  LITTLE  GIRL 

My  little  girl,  you  know  I  love  you 

And  I  long  for  you  each  day; 
My  little  girl,  I'm  dreaming  of  you 

Tho'  you're  many  miles  away. 
I  see  the  lane,  down  in  the  wildwood 

Where  you  promised  to  be  true, 
My  little  girl,  I  know  you're  waiting, 

And  Fm  coming  back  to  you. 

66 
THEY'RE  WEARING  'EM  HIGHER  IN  HAWAII 

For  they're  wearing  'em  higher  in  Hawaii. 

Higher,  higher,  higher,  higher  in  Hawaii, 
The  beautiful  beach  at  Waikiki 

Is  not  the  only  pretty  sight  that  you  can  see, 
In  Hawaii  the  maidens  there  are  flyer, 

They  simply  sway  your  heart  away, 
Hu-la  maids  are  always  full  of  pep, 

All  the  old  men  have  to  watch  their  step, 
For  they're  wearing  'em  higher  in  Hawaii, 

They're  going  up,  going  up  ev'ry  day. 


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67 
IF  I  KNOCK  THE  "L"  OUT  OF  KELLY 

If  I  knock  the  'L'  out  of  Kelly. 

It  would  still  be  Kelly  to  me; 
Sure  a  single  "L-Y"  or  a  double  "L-Y," 

Should  look  just  the  same  to  an  Irishman's  eye. 
Knock  off  an  "L"  from  Killarney, 

Still  Kilarney  it  always  will  be, 
But  if  I  knock  the  "L"  out  of  Kelly, 

Sure  he'd  knock  the  "L"  out  of  me. 

68 

THERE'S  A  LITTLE  BIT  OF  BAD  IN  EVERY 

GOOD  LITTLE  GIRL 

There's  a  little  bit  of  bad  in  ev'ry  good  little  girl, 

They're  not  to  blame — 
Mother   Eve  was   very,  very  good, 

But  even  she  raised  Cain — 
I  know  a  preacher's  daughter, 

Who  never  orders  water 
There's  a  little  bit  of  bad  in  ev'ry  good  little  girl, 

They're  all  the  same. 

69 
I'M  ON  MY  WAY  TO  MANDALAY 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Mandalay, 

Beneath  the  shelt'ring  palms,  I  want  to  stray; 

Oh,  let  me  live  and  love  for  aye, 

On  that  island  far  away. 

I'm  sentimental  for  my  Oriental  love 

So  sweet  and  gentle — that's  why 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Mandalay, 

I've  come  to  say  "Good-bye." 


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X70 

WHEN  YOU  WORE  A  TULIP  AND   I  WORE 

A  BIG  RED  ROSE 

When  you  wore  a  tulip,  a  sweet  yellow  tulip,  and 
I  wore  a  big  red  rose, 

When  you  caressed  me,  'twas  then  Heaven  blessed 
me,  what  a  blessing,  no  one  knows. 

You  made  life  cheery,  when  you  called  me  dearie, 
'twas  down  where  the  blue  grass  grows, 

Your  lips  were  sweeter  than  julep,  when'  you  wore  a 
tulip,  and  I  wore  a  big  red  rose. 

71 
THERE'S  A  LITTLE  SPARK  OF  LOVE  STILL 

BURNING 

There's  a  little  spark  of  love  still  burning, 
And  yearning  down  in  my  heart  for  you; 

There's  a  longing  there  for  your  returning, 
I  want  you!     I  do! 

So  come,  come,  to  my  heart  again, 

Come,  come,  set  that  love  aflame, 

For  there's  a  little  spark  of  love  still  burning, 
and  yearning  for  you. 

72      PUT  ON  YOUR  OLD  GREY  BONNET 

On  the  old  farm  house  veranda 
There  sat  Silas  and  Miranda 

Thinking  of  the  days  gone  by. 
Said  he  "Dearie  don't  be  weary — 
You  were  always  bright  and  cheery, 

But  a  tear,  dear,  dims  your  eye." 
Said  she  "They're  tears  of  gladness  Silas  — 
They're  not  tears  of  sadness, 

It  is  fifty  years  today  since  we  were  wed." 
Then  the  old  man's  dim  eyes  brighten'd, 
And  his  stern  old  heart  it  lighten'd, 

And  he  turned  to  her  and  said, 


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.      CHORUS 
Put  on  your  old  brey  bonnet, 
With  the  blue  ribbon  on  it, 

While  I  hitch  old  Dobbin  to  the  shay; 
And  through  the   fields   of  clover, 
We'll  drive  up  to  Dover, 

On  our  golden  wedding  day." 

73  I  WANT  A  GIRL 

I  want  a  girl,  just  like  the  girl 

That  married  dear  old  Dad. 
She  was  a  pearl,  and  the  only  girl 

That  Daddy  ever  had. 
A  good  old  fashioned  girl,  with  heart  so  true, 
One  who  loves  nobody  else  but  you. 
I  want  a  girl,  just  like  the  girl 

That  married  dear  old  Dad. 

74  WAY  DOWN  IN  IOWA 

I  found  a  horse-shoe  yesterday; 
It  brought  me  good  luck  right  away; 
Now  I'm  not  superstitious, 
But  my  wishes  all  came  true. 
I  went  and  rubbed  a  rusty  nail, 
And  then  I   made  a  wish  for  mail, 
Next  day  a  letter,  said  "You'd  better 
Come   home  without   fail." 

CHORUS 
I'm  gonna  hide  away,  on  a  little  farm  in  Iowa 
I'm    gonna    ride    away,    on    the    road    that    leads    to 

yesterday, 
Why  I  can  almost  picture  dear  old  mother, 
Sprinkling  sugar  on  my  bread  and  butter, 
Way  down  in  that  town  in  Iowa. 
Two  heads  are  crowned  with  gray; 
Oh!  I  owe  them  more  than  I  can  pay, 
The   fields  of  new   mown   hay,  just  moan   and   say: 
"Go  home  and   stay." 
And  when  I  get  back  with  them  both, 
I'll  never  leave,  I'll  take  an  oath, 
I'll  hide  away,  way  down  in  I-o-w-a. 


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75  SCHOOL  DAYS 

School  days,  school  days, 

Dear  old  golden  rule  days. 

Readin'   and  'ritin'   and  'rithmetic, 
Taught  to  the  tune  of  a  hick'ry  stick. 

You  were  my  queen  in  calico, 

I  was  your  bashful  barefoot  beau, 

And  you  wrote  on  my  slate,  "I  love  you  Joe," 
When  we  were  a  couple  of  kids. 


76  YAAKA  HULA  HICKEY  DULA 

I'm  coming  back  to  you,  my  Hula  Lou, 

Beside  the  sea  at  Wai-ki-ki,  You'll  play  for  me. 

And  once  again  you'll  sway  my  heart  your  way, 
With  your  yaa-ka  hu-la  hick-ey  du-la  tune. 

77  O.  HOW  SHE  COULD  YACK-I,  HACK-I, 

WICK-I  WACK-I  WOO 

She  had  a   Hu-la,   Hu-la,   Hick-i,   Boo-la,   Boo-la  in 
her  walk, 

She    had  a  U-ka-le-le    Wick-i  Wick-i  Wail-i  in    her 
talk, 

And  by  the  big  Hawaiian  moon. 
Beneath  a  banyan  tree  we'd  spoon, 
I've  been  tryin'  to  learn  "Hawaiian," 
Since  that  night  in  June, 
She  had  a  blin-ky,  blin-ky,  little  naughty  wink-y  in 
her  eye, 

She  had  a  "Come  and  kiss  me,  don't  you  dare  to 
miss  me"  in  her  sigh, 

Beneath  the  banyan  para  sol 
She  couldn't  talk  my  talk  at  all, 
But,   Oh    how    she    could  Yack-i,    Hack-i,  Wick-i, 
Waek-i  Woo,  That's  love  in  Honolu. 


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78  IN  THE  EVENING  BY  THE  MOONLIGHT 

In  the  evening  by  the  moonlight, 

You  could  hear  those  darkies  singing, 

In  the  evening  by  the  moonlight, 

You  could  hear  those  banjos  ringing, 

And  the  old  folks  would  enjoy  it, 

They  would  sit  all  night  and  listen, 

As  we  sang,  in  the  evening  by  the  moonlight. 

79  GOODBYE  GIRLS,  I'M  THROUGH 

Good  Bye   Girls,   I'm  through 

Each  Girl  that  I  have  met, 
I  say  Good  Bye  to  you 

Without  the  least  regret 
I've  done  with  all  flirtation 

You've  no  more  fascination 
There's  but  one  to  whom  I'm  true 

Good  Bye,  Girls,  Good  Bye  Girls, 
Good  Bye  Girls,  I'm  through. 

80  WHEN  I  DREAM  OF  OLD  ERIN,  I'M 

DREAMING  OF  YOU 

When   I   dream  of  old   Erin,   I'm  dreaming  of  you, 
With  your  sweet  roguish  smile  and  your  true  eyes 

of  blue; 
For  my  love  like  the  Shamrock,  each  day  stronger 

grew; 
When  I  dream  of  old  Erin,  I'm  dreaming  of  you. 

81  MOTHER  MACHREE 

Sure  I  love  the  dear  silver  that  shines  in  your  hair, 
And   the  brow  that's   all   furrowed,  and  wrinkled 
with  care. 

I  kiss  the  dear  fingers    so  toil-worn  for  me, 

As  God  bless  you  and  keep  you,  Mother  Machree! 

82  DOWN  WHERE  THE  COTTON  BLOSSOMS 

GROW 

Picture  tonight,  the   fields   of  snowy  white, 
Hear  those  darkies  singing  soft  and  low, 
I  long  there  to  be,  where  someone  waits  for  me, 
Down  where  the  cotton  blossoms  grow. 


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83  LINDY 

Lindy,  Lindy,  sweet  as  the  sugar  cane, 

Lindy,   Lindy,  say  you'll  be  mine. 
When  the  moon  am  a-shining, 
Then  my  heart  am  a-pining\ 

Meet  me,  pretty  Lindy,  by  the  watermelon  vine. 

84  SWEET  ADELINE 

Sweet  Adeline,  My  Adeline, 
At  night  dear  heart,  for  you  I  pine, 
In  all  my  dreams,  your  fair  face  beams, 
You're  the  flower  of  my  heart, 
Sweet  Adeline. 

85  INDIANA 

[  have  always  been  a  wand'rer 

Over  land  and  sea, 

Yet  a  moonbeam  on  the  water 

Casts  a  spell  o'er  me; 

A  vision  fair  I  see 

Again  I  seem  to  be. 

Fancy  paints  on  mem'rys  canvas 

Scenes  that  we  hold  dear 

We  recall  them  in  days  after 

Clearly  they  appear, 

And  often  times  I  see 

A  scene  that's  dear  to  me. 

CHORUS 
Back  home  again,  in  Indiana, 
And  it  seems  that  I  can  see 
The  gleaming  candle  light  still  shining  bright 
Thru  the  sycamores  for  me 
The  new  mown  hay  sends  all  its  fragrance 
From  the  fields  I  used  to  roam 
When  I  dream  about  the  moonlight  on  the  Wabash 
Then  I  long  for  my  Indiana  home. 


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85-A 
ROCKED  IN  THE  CRADLE  OF  THE  DEEP. 

Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep, 

I  lay  me  down  in  peace  to  sleep; 

Secure   I   rest  upon   the   wave, 

For  Thou,  O  Lord,  hast  pow'r  to  save. 

I   know   Thou   wilt  not  slight   my   call, 

For  Thou  dost  mark  the   sparrow's   fall; 

And   calm   and   peaceful   is   my   sleep, 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep; 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 

Rocked   in   the   cradle   of   the   deep. 

And  such  the  trust  that  still  were"  mine, 
Tho'  stormy  winds  sweep  o'er  the  brine, 
Or  though  the  tempest's  fiery  breath 

Rouse   me   from   sleep   to  wreck  and  death, 

In  ocean  cave  still  safe  with  Thee, 
The  germ  of  immortality; 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep; 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep, 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

86  IRELAND    MUST   BE    HEAVEN,   FOR   MY 

MOTHER  CAME  FROM  THERE 

Ireland   must  be   Heaven,   for   an   angel   came   from 

there, 
I  never  knew  a  living  soul  one-half  as  sweet  or  fair, 
For  her  eyes  are  like  the  star-light,  And  the  white 

clouds  match  her  hair, 
Sure  Ireland  must  be  Heaven,  for  my  mother  came 

from  there. 

87  EXHORTATION 

(Tune— "Auld  Lang  Syne") 
We're  here  for  fun  right  from  the  start, 

Pray,  drop  your  dignity; 
Just  laugh  and  sing  with  all  your  heart, 

And  show  your  loyalty. 


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CHORUS 
May  other  banquets  be  forgot, 
Let  this  one  be  the  best, 
Join  in  the  songs  we  sing  tonight, 
Be  happy  with  the  rest. 

Si  ROTARY,  MY  ROTARY 

(Tune — Maryland,  My  Maryland) 

Of  all  the  clubs  I  love  the  best; 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 
To  thee  I'll  cling  and  stand  the  test, 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 
With  friendship,  loyalty  and  cheer 
I'll  boost  my  brothers,  far  and  near. 
And  hold  my  precepts  ever  dear; 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 

Unselfishness  we  learn  from  thee  ; 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 

Rotary,  My'Rotary. 
To  think,  as  thought  of  we  would  be  ; 
Thy  standards  high  we  will  maintain, 
Uphold  the  right  with  might  and  main; 
Thy  honored  name  we'll  keep  from  stain; 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 

So  louder  now  we  swell  the  strain; 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 
Inspire  our  hearts  thy  heights  to  gain; 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 
Let  truth  and  honor  be  our  goal, 
Exalt  the  life — make  sweet  the  soul, 
And   ever  on  the  chorus  roll; 

Rotary,  My  Rotary. 


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89  WHO'S  YOUR  FRIEND? 

Who's  your  friend,  Who's  your  friend, 
She's  got  such  hypnotizing  eyes, 
The  kind  that  always  makes  me  buy, 
Who's  your  friend,  Who's  your  friend, 
Before  I  go,  I  would  like  to  know, 
Please  tell  me, — Who's  your  friend. 

90  FOR  ME  AND  MY  GAL 

The  Bells  are  ringing,  for  me  and  my  gal, 
The  birds  are  singing,  for  me  and  my  gal, 
Everybody's    been    knowing,    to    a    wedding    they're 

going, 
And  for  weeks  they've  been  sewing,  every  Susie  and 

Sal; 
They're  congregating  for  me  and  my  gal, 
The  parson's  waiting  for  me  and  my  gal, 
And  sometime,  I'm  goin'  to  build  a  little  home  for 

two, 
For  three  or  four,  or  more, 
In  loveland,  for  me  and  my  gal. 

91  WHERE  THE  RIVER  SHANNON  FLOWS 

Where  the  dear  old  Shannon's  flowing, 

Where  the  three-leaf  shamrock  grows, 
Where  my  heart  is  I  am  going 

To  my  little  Irish  Rose; 
And  the  moment  that  I  meet  her, 
With  a  hug  and  kiss  I'll  greet  her, 
For  there's  not  a  colleen  sweeter, 
Where  the  River  Shannon  flows. 


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92      SILVER  THREADS  AMONG  THE  GOLD 

Darling,   I   am  growing-  old 
Silver  threads  among  the  gold 
Shine  upon  my  brow  today; 
Life  is  fading  fast  away. 
But  my  darling  you  will  be,  will  be, 
Always  young  and  fair  to  me. 
Yes,  my  darling  you  will  be 
Always  youiig  and  fair  to  me. 

CHORUS 

Darling,   I   am  growing,   growing  old, 

Silver  threads  among  the  gold; 

But    my   darling,   you   will   be 

Always  young  and  fair  to  me. 
92-A 

BRIGHTEN  THE  CORNER  WHERE  YOU  ARE 
Do  not  wait  until  some  deed  of  greatness  you  may 

do, 
Do  not  wait  to  shed  your  light  afar, 
To  the  many  duties  ever  near  you  now  be  true, 
Brighten  the  corner  where  you  are. 

CHORUS 
Brighten  the  corner  where  you  are, 
Brighten  the  corner  where  you  are! 
Someone  far  from  harbor  you  may  guide  across  the 

bar, 
Brighten  the  corner  where  you  are. 

Just  above  are  clouded  skies  that  you  may  help  to 

clear. 
Let  not  narrow  self  your  way  debar, 
Tho'   into   one   heart   alone   may   fall   your   song   of 

cheer, 
Brighten  the  corner  where  you  are. 

Here  for  all  your  talent  you  may  surely  find  a  need, 

Here  reflect  the  bright  and  morning  star, 

Even  from  your  humble  hand  the  bread  of  life  may 

feed, 
Brighten  the  corner  where  you  are. 


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93 
I'LL  COME  BACK  TO  YOU  WHEN  ITS  ALL 

OVER. 

CHORUS. 
I'll   come   back  to  you   when   it's  all   over,  all  over, 
Back  to  you  and  fields  of  clover, 
We'll  start  our  sweetheart  days  all  over, 
If  your  heart  still  beats  as  true. 
There  is  a  duty  that  ev'ry  man  should  do, 
My  life  defends  it,  but  my  heart  belongs  to  you, 
So  pray  for  the  day  when  it's  all  over 
'Cause  I'm  coming  back  to  you. 

94  A  LITTLE  BIT  OF  HEAVEN 

Shure,  a  little  bit  of  heaven  fell  from  out   the  sky 

one  day, 
And  nestled  on  the  ocean  in  a  spot  so  far  away; 
x\nd  when  the  angels   found  it,   shure   it   looked  so 

sweet  and  fair, 
They  said  suppose  we  leave  it;  for  it  looks  so  peace- 
ful there: 
So  they  sprinkled  it  with  star  dust  just  to  make  the 

shamrocks  grow; 
'Tis  the  only  place  you'll  find  them,  no  matter  where 

you  go; 
Then  they  dotted  it  with   silver,   to   make   its   lakes 

so  grand, 
And   wrhen   they    had    finished,    shure    they    called    it 

Ireland. 

95  THE  GIRL  I  LEFT  BEHIND  ME 

The  hour  was  sad.  I  left  the  maid, 

A   lingering   farewell    taking, 
Her  sighs  and  tears   my  steps  delayed, 

I   thought  my  heart  was  breaking; 
In   hurried   words   her  name   I   blest, 

I  breathed  the  vows  that  bind  me, 
And  to  my  heart  in  anguish  pressed 

The   girl   I   left  behind   me. 


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Then  to  the  East  we  bore  away 

To  win  a  name  in  story, 
And  then  warm  dawns  the  sun  of  day, 

There  dawned  our  sun  of  glory, 
Both  blazed  in  noon  on  Alma's  height, 

Where  in  the  post  assigned  me, 
I  shared  the  glory  of  that  fight, 

Sweet  girl  I  left  behind  me. 

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96  MOTHER 

A  word  that  means  the  world  to  me. 

M — is  for  the  million  things  she  gave  me, 
O — means  only  that  she's  growing  old, 
T — is  for  the  tears  she  shed  to  save  me, 
H — is  for  her  heart  of  purest  gold, 
E — is  for  her  eyes,  with  lovelight  shining, 
R — means  right  and  right  she'll  always  be, 
Put  them  all   together,   they  spell   Mother, 
A  word  that  means  the  world  to  me.. 

97  K- -K- -K  -  KATY. 

(Stammering  Song)  CHORUS.. 
K-K-K-aty,   beautiful   Katy, 

You're  the  only  g-g-g-girl  that  I  adore, 
When   the   m  m  m  moon   shines,  over  the   cow   shed, 

I'll  be  waiting  at  the  k-k-k-kitchen   door. 

98 

WHAT    DO    YOU    WANT    TO    MAKE    THOSE 

EYES  AT  ME  FOR? 

What  do  you  want  to   make   those  eyes  at  me   for, 

When  they  don't  mean  what  they  say? 

They  make  me  glad,  they  make  me  sad, 

They  make  me  want  a  lot  of  things  I've  never  had, 

So  what  do  you  want  to  fool  around  with  me  for? 

You  lead  me  on,  and  then  you  run  away, 

But,  never  mind,  I'll  get  you  alone  some  night 

And  then  you'll  surely  find, 

You're   flirting  with   dynamite, 

So  what  do  you  want  to  make  those  eyes  at  me  for, 

When  they  don't  mean  what  they  say? 


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99  THE  VACANT  CHAIR. 

We   shall   meet,   but  we   shall  miss   him, 

There   will   be   one  vacant   chair; 
We   shall   linger   to   caress   him, 

While  we  breathe  our  evening  pray'r. 
When  a  year  ago  we  gathered 

Joy  was  in  his  mild  blue  eyes, 
But  a  golden  chord  is  severed, 

And   our  hopes   in   ruin   lie. 

CHORUS. 
We  shall  meet,  but  we  shall  miss  him, 

There  will  be  one  vacant  chair; 
We   shall   linger   to    caress   him, 

While  we  breathe   our  evening  pray'r. 

At  our  fireside,  sad  and   lonely, 
Often  will  the  bosom  swell 

At  remembrance  of  the  story 
How  our  noble  Willie  fell, 

How  he  strove  to  bear  our  banner 
Thro'   the   thickest   of  the   fight, 

And   uphold   our   country's   honor, 

In    the    strength    of    manhood's    might. 


True,  they  tell  us  wreaths  of  glory, 

Ever  more  will  deck  his  brow, 
But  this  soothes  the  anguish  only, 

Sweeping  o'er   our   heartstrings   now. 
Sleep   today,   oh,   early   fallen, 

In  thy  green  and  narrow  bed, 
Dirges  from  the  pine  and  cypress, 

Mingle   with   the   tears  we   shed. 


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100 

WHERE  THE   MORNING   GLORIES   GROW. 

I  remember,  I  remember,  the  place  where  I  was  born, 
Where   the   morning  glories   twine   around  the   door 

at  early  morn. 
I've    forgotten,    I've   forgotten,   how   long   I've   been 

away, 
But  I'd  like  to  wander  back  again  down  the  lane  to 

yesterday. 

CHORUS. 

I  want  to  wake  up  in  the  morning,  where  the  morn- 
ing  glories   grow, 

When  the  sun  comes  peepin'  in  where  I'm  sleepin' 
and   the   song  birds   say  "Hello" 

I  long  to  wander  in  the  wildwood,  where  the  rippling 
waters  flow, 

And  go  drifting  back  to  childhood,  where  the  morn- 


I  remember,  I  remember,  the  schoolhouse  on  the 
hill, 

And  I  wonder  if  the  tiny  folks  are  climbing  up  there 
still. 

I  can  picture,  I  can  picture  the  dear  old  swimming- 
pool, 

And    the    happy    days    that    I    spent    there,    when    I 

should  have  been  in  school. 

101 

WHEN  YOU  AND  I  WERE  YOUNG,  MAGGIE. 

I   wandered   today   to   the   hill,   Maggie, 

To  watch  the  scene  below; 
The   creek  and  the  creaking  old  mill,   Maggie, 
As   we   used   to   long  ago. 
The  green  grove  is  gone  from  the  hill,   Maggie, 

Where  first  the  daisies  sprung; 
The  creaking  old  mill  is  still,  Maggie, 

Since  you  and  I  were  young. 


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A  city  so  silent  and  lone,  Maggie, 

Where   the  young,  and   the  gay,  and   the  best, 
In  polished  white   mansions  of  stone,   Maggie, 

Have  each  found  a  place  of  rest, 
Is  built  where  the  birds  used  to  play,  Maggie, 

And  join  in  the  songs  that  were  sung; 
For  we  sang  as  gay  as  they,   Maggie, 

When   you   and   I    were   young. 

They  say  I  am  feeble  with  age,  Maggie, 
My   steps  are   less   sprightly   than   then, 
My   face   is   a   well   written   page,    Maggie, 

But  time  alone  was  the  pen. 
They  say  we  are  aged  and  gray,  Maggie, 

As    sprays   by   the    white    breakers   flung; 
But   to   me  you're   as   fair  as  you   were,   Maggie, 

When   you   and   I   were  young. 

102  THE  BLUE-BELLS  OF  SCOTLAND. 

O  where,  and  O  where  is  your  Highland  laddie  gone? 
O  where,  and  O  where  is  your  Highland  laddie  gone? 
He's  gone  to   fight   the   foe,   for   King   George  upon 

the  throne; 
And  it's  oh!   in   my  heart,   how   I   wish  him   safe   at 

home! 

O   where,  and   O   where   does  your   Highland  laddie 
dwell? 

O   where,  and   O   where   does  your   Highland  laddie 
dwell? 

He    dwelt    in    merry    Scotlond,    at    the    sign    of    the 

Blue-Bell; 
And  it's  oh!  in  my  heart  that  I  love  my  laddie  well. 


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103 

JOAN  OF  ARC  THEY  ARE  CALLING  YOU 

While  you  are  sleeping, 

Your  France  is  weeping; 

Wake  from  your  dreams,  Maid  of  France 

Her  heart  is  bleeding. 

Are  you  unheeding? 

Come  with  the  flame  in  your  glance 

Through   the   gates  of  Heaven, 

With  your  sword  in  hand, 

Come,  your  legions  in  command. 

Alsace  is  sighing, 

Lorraine  is  crying, 

Their  mother,  France,  looks  to  yon, 

Her  sons  at  Verdun, 

Bearing  the  burden, 

Pray  for  your  coming  anew 

At  the  Gates  of  Heaven 

Do  they  bar  your  way, 

Souls  that  passed  through  yesterday. 

CHORUS 

Joan  of  Arc, 

Joan  of  Arc, 

Do  your  eyes,  from  the  skies,  see  the  foe? 

Don't  you  see  the  drooping  Fleurdelis? 

Can't  you  see  the  tears  of  Normandy? 

Joan  of  Arc? 

Joan  of  Arc? 

Let  your  spirit  guide  us  through, 

Come,  lead  your  France  to  victory, 

Joan  of  Arc,  they  are  calling  you. 


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104  OH  JOHNNY,  OH  JOHNNY,  OH! 

Oh,  Johnny!    Oh,  Johnny!    how  you  can  love, 

Oh,  Johnny!    Oh,  Johnny!    Heavens  above! 

You   make  my  sad  heart  jump  with  joy, 

And  when  you're  near  I  just  can't 

Sit  still  a  minute,  I'm  so, 

Oh,  Johnny!    Oh,  Johnny!    Please  tell  me  dear, 

What  makes  me  love  you  so? 

You're  not  handsome,  it's  true, 

But  when  I  look  at  you,  I  just, 

Oh,  Johnny!    Oh,  Johnny!    Oh  ! 

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Oh,  Johnny!    Oh,  Johnny!    why  do  you  lag? 

Oh,  Johnny!    Oh,  Johnny!  run  to  your  flag, 

Your  country's  calling,  can't  you  hear? 

Don't  stay  behind  while  others 

Do   all   the   fighting    Start   to 

Oil,  Johnny!    Oh,  Johnny!    Get  right  in  line, 

And  help  to  crush  the  foe, 

You're  a  big  husky  chap, 

Uncle  Sam's  in  a  scrap,  You  must 

Go!    Johnny,  Go!    Johnny,  Go! 

105  TIPPERARY 

Up   to   mighty   London   came  an  Irishman  one   day, 

All  the  streets  are  paved  with  gold, 

Shure   everyone  was   gay. 

Singing    songs    of    Picadilly,    Strand    and    Leicester 

Square 
Till  Paddy  got  excited  and  then  he  shouted  to  them 

there: 

CHORUS 
It's  a  long  way  to  Tipperary,  it's  a  long  way  to  go, 
Its'  a  long  way  to  Tipperary,  to  the  sweetest  girl  I 

know; 
Goodbye,  Picadilly,  farewell  Leicester  Square, 
It's  a  long,  long  way  to  Tipperary,  but  my  heart's 

right  there. 


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Paddy  wrote  a  letter  to  his  Irish  Molly  O 
Saying  "should  you  not  receive  it, 
Write  and  let  me  know; 

If  I   make   mistakes  in  spelling  Molly  dear  said  he 
Remember  its  the  pen  that's  bad  and  don't  lay  the 
blame  on  me." 

106  OVER  THERE. 

Johnnie  get  your  gun,  get  your  gun,   get  your   gun 

Take  it  on  the  run,  on  the  run,  on  the  run 

Hear   them    calling   you   and   me 

Ev'ry  son  of  liberty 

Hurry   right   away,   no   delay,   go   today, 

Make  your  daddy^glad  to  have  had  such  a  lad, 

Tell  your  sweetheart  not  to  pine, 

To  be  proud  her  boy's  in  line. 

Refrain. 

Over  there,  over  there, 

Send  the  word,  send  the  word  over  there 

That  the  Yanks  are  coming,  the  Yanks  are  coining 

The    drums    rum-tumming   ev'ry  where; 

So  prepare,  say  a  pray'r 

Send  the  word,  send  the  word  to  be-ware 

We'll  be  over,  we're  coming  over 

And  we  won't  come  back  till  it's  over  over  there. 

Johnnie  get  your  gun,   get  your   gun,  get  your  gun 
Johnny  show  the  Hun  you're  a  son  of.  a  gun 
Hoist  the  flag  and  let  her  fly 

Yankee  Doodle  do  or  die 

Pack  your  little  kit,  show  your  grit,  do  your  bit 

Yankees  to  the  ranks  from  the  towns  and  the  tanks, 

Make  your   mother  proud  of  you 

And  the  old  Red,  White  and  Blue. 


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107 

SOMEWHERE  IN   FRANCE  IS  THE  LILLY. 

One  day  as  morning  shed  its  glow  across  the  eastern 

sky, 
A    boy   and    girl    in    accents    low,    in    a    garden    said 

^Goodbye." 
She  said,  "Remember  as  you  stray,  when  each  must 

do  his  share, 
The  flowers  blooming  here  today  are  emblems  over 

there. 
Each   morning  in   that   garden    fair,    where   sweetest 

perfumes    dwell, 
1  ne  lassie  whispers  low  a  pray'r  for  the  flow'rs  she 

loves   so  well; 
And  over  there  as  night  draws  near  amid  the  shot 

and  flame, 
Unto  the  Flag  he  holds  so  dear,  a  soldier  breathes 

her  name. 

REFRAIN. 
Somewhere  in  France  is  the  Lily, 

Close  by  the  English  rose, 
A   thistle   so  keen,  and  a   shamrock  green 

And  each  loyal  flow'r  that  grows. 
Somewhere  in  France  is  a  sweetheart, 

Facing  the  battle's  chance, 
For  the  flow'r  of  our  youth  fights  for  freedom  and 
truth 

Somewhere   in   France. 

108 

JUST  A  BABY'S  PRAYER  AT  TWILIGHT. 

I've  heard  the  prayers   of  mothers, 

Some   of   them   old   and   gray. 
I've  heard  the  prayers  of  others, 

For  those  who  went  away. 
Oft  times  a  prayer  will  teach  one, 

The   meaning   of   good-bye. 
I  felt  the  pain  of  each  one, 

But  this  one  made  me  cry. 


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CHORUS. 
Just  a  baby's  prayer  at   twilight, 

When  lights  are   low. 
Poor  baby's  years, 
Are    filled    with    tears. 
There's  a  mother  there  at  twilight, 

Who's  proud  to  know, 
Her  precious  little  tot, 
Is  dad's  forget-me-not. 
After  saying  "Good-night   Mama," 
She  climbs  up-stairs, 
Quite  unawares,  and  says  her  prayers; 
"Oh!   kindly  tell  my   daddy 

That  he  must  take  care.'' 
That's  a  baby's  prayer  at  twilight, 

For  her  daddy  "over   there." 

The   gold  that  some   folks  pray   for, 

Brings   nothing  but   regrets, 
Some   day   this   gold   won't   pay   for, 

Their  many   life-long  debts. 
Some   prayers    may   be   neglected, 

Beyond  the   Golden   Gates. 
But   when    they're   all   collected, 

Here's  one  that  never  w^aits: 
Chorus — ■ 

109 

WE'RE  HERE,  LAFAYETTE,  WE'RE  HERE. 

We're  here,  Lafayette,  we're  here, 

We  wall  not  forget,  never  fear. 

Comes  the  call  to   freemen  and  we  hear  the  cry, 

For  Freedom's   cause   must  never  die, 

We're  here,  Lafayette,  we're  here 

Your  name  we  will  always   revere. 

We  will  pay  the  debt  of  a  hundred  years, 

We're    here,    Lafayette,   we're    here. 


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We're  here,  Lafayette,  we're  here, 

Your  spirit  brought  courage  and  cheer; 

When  our  country  called  we  found  you  brave  and 
true, 

Our  gallant  men  we  now  send  you. 
We're  here,  Lafayette,  we're  here, 
America's   mission   is   clear, 
We  will  fight  with  you  until  victory, 
We're  here,  Lafayette,  we're  here. 

CHORUS. 
We're  here,  in  sunny  Franceland, 
We're  here  to  lend  a  hand, 
In  the  fight  for  right  we  join   you 
With  the  grand  old  Red,  White  and  Blue. 
We're   here,  in  sunny  Franceland, 
We're  here  to  lend  a  hand, 
And  the  dawn  will  soon  appear. 
Lafayette,  we're  here,  we're  here. 

110        BRING  BACK  MY  DADDY  TO  ME. 

A  sweet  little  girl,  with  bright  golden  curls, 

Sat  playing  with  toys  on  the  floor, 
Her   dad  went  away,   to  enter  the   fray, 

At  the   start  of  this  long  bitter  war. 
Her   mother  said:     ''Dear,  your  birthday  is   near, 

Tomorrow  your  presents  I'll  buy, 
The  dear  little  child,  quickly  looked  up  and  smiled, 

And  said  with  a  tear  in  her  eye. 

Her  ma  softly  sighs  and  tears  fill  her  eyes, 

As   she  hears   her  dear  baby's  plea, 

She  answers  "My  dear,  if  daddy  were  here, 

What  a   wonderful  present  'twould  be; 

How  many  homes  yearn  for  someone's  return, 

With  honor,  and  justice  and  right? 

There  are  more  little  girls  in  this  grief-stricken  world 

All  saying  the  same  thing  tonight. 


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CHORUS. 
I  don't  want  a  dress  or  a  dolly, 

'Cause   dollies   get   broken   'round  here, 
I   don't  want  the  skates,  the  books  or  the  slates, 

You  bought   for  my  birthday  last  year, 
If  you'll  bring  the  present  I  ask  for, 

Dear  mother,  how  happy  I'll  be, 
You   can   give  all  my   toys,  to   some  poor  girls  and 
boys, 

But  bring  back  my  Daddy  to  me. 


Ill         WHERE  DO  WE  GO  FROM  HERE? 

Paddy  Mack  drove  a  hack  up  and  down  Broadway, 
Pat  had  one  expression  and  he'd  use  it  every  day; 
Any  time  he'd  grab  a  fare  to  take  them  for  a  ride, 
Paddy  jumped  upon  the  seat,  cracked  his  whip  and 
cried: 

CHORUS. 
"Where  do  we  go  from  here,  boys,  where  do  we  go 

from  here? 
Anywhere  from  Harlem  to  a  Jersey  City  pier;" 
When   Pat  would  spy  a  pretty  girl,  he'd  whisper  in 

her  ear, 
"Oh  joy,  oh  boy,  where  do  we  go  from  here? 

One  fine  day  on  Broadway,  Pat  was  driving  fast, 
When  the  street  was  blown  to  pieces,  by  a  subway 

blast; 
Down  the  hole  poor  Paddy  went,  a  thinkin'  of  his 

past, 
Then  he  says,  says  he,  I   think  these  words  will  be 

my  last: 

"Where  do  we  go  from  here,  boys,  where  do  we  go 

from   here?" 
Paddy's  neck  was  in  the  wreck,  but  still  he  had  xio 

tear; 
He  saw  a  dead  man  next  to  him  and  whispered  in 

his  ear, 
"Oh  joy,  oh  boy,  where  do  we  go  from  here?" 


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First  of  all,  at  the  call,  when  the  war  began, 
Pat  enlisted  in  the  army,  as  a  fighting  man; 
When  the  drills  began,  they'd  walk  a  hundred  miles 

a  day, 
Tho'  the  rest  got  tired,  Paddy  always  used  to  say: 


"Where  do  we  go  from  here,  boys,  where  do  we  go 

from   here?" 
Slip  a  pill  to  Kaiser  Bill  and  make  him  shed  a  tear; 
And  when  we  see  the  enemy,  we'll  shoot  them  in  the 

rear, 
"Oh  joy,  oh  boy,  where  do  we  go  from  here?" 

112  I    DON'T    WANT    TO    GET    WELL. 

I   don't  want  to  get  well,  I  don't  want  to  get  well, 

I'm  in  love  with  a  beautiful  nurse. 

Early   ev'ry   morning,    night   and    noon, 

The   cutest  little   girlie   comes   and  feeds   me  with  a 

spoon; 
I   don't  want  to  get  well,  I  don't  want  to  get  well, 
I'm  glad  they  shot  me  on  the  fighting  line,  fine, 
The  doctor  says  that  I'm  in  bad  condition,  but 
Oh,  Oh,   Oh,  I've  got  so  much  ambition, 
I  don't  want  to  get  well,  I  don't  want  to  get  well, 
For  I'm  having  a  wonderful  time. 

I  don't  want  to  get  well,  I  don't  want  to  get  well, 

I'm  in  love  with  a  beautiful  nurse. 

Though   the   doctor's   treatments   show  results, 

I  always  get  a  bad   relapse  each  time  she  feels  my 

pulse; 
I  don't  want  to  get  well,  I  don't  want  to  get  well, 
I'm  glad   they  shot  me   on   the   fighting  line,   fine 
She  holds  my  hand  and  begs  me  not  to  leave  her, 
Then  all  at  once  I  get  so  full  of  fever, 
I  don't  want  to  get  well,  I  don't  want  to  get  well, 
For  I'm  having  a  wonderful  time. 


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113  THERE'S  A  LONG,  LONG  TRAIL. 

Nights  are  growing  very  lonely,  days  are  very  long, 
I'm  a-growing  weary  only  listening  for  your  song. 
Old  remembrances  are  thronging  thro'  my  memory 
Till  it  seems  the  world  is  full  of  dreams 
Just  to   call  you  back  to  me. 

CHORUS. 

There's  a  long,  long  trail  a-winding,  into  the  land  of 
my  dreams, 

Where  the  nightingales  are  singing,  and  a  white 
moon  beams, 

There's  a  long,  long  night  of  waiting,  until  my 
dreams   all   come   true, 

Till  the  day  when  I'll  be  going  down  that  long,  long- 
trail   with  you. 

114 

PACK   UP  YOUR  TROUBLES  IN  YOUR  OLD 
KIT-BAG  AND  SMILE,  SMILE,  SMILE. 

Private   Perks   is   a   funny   little   codger 

With   a   smile,   a   funny  smile. 
Five   feet  none,  he's  an  artful  little  dodger, 

With   a   smile,   a   funny   smile. 
Flush  or  broke,   he'll  have  his   little  joke 

He   can't  be   suppressed, 
All  the  other  fellows  have  to  grin, 

When  he  gets  this  off  his  chest: 

REFRAIN. 

Pack  up  your  troubles  in  your  old  kit-bag, 

And  smile,   smile,  smile. 
When   you've   lucifer   to   light   your   fag, 

Smile,  boys,  that's   the   style. 
What's  the  use  of  worrying, 

It  never  was  worth  while, 
So  pack  up  your  troubles  in  your  old  kit-bag-, 

And  smile,  smile,  smile. 


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A. 

America    .  . .  . 1 

Are  You  from  Dixie ? . .  • 28 

Annie    Laurie 38 

Auld    Lang    Syne 41 

A   Wee   Deoch  and   Doris 44 

A    Perfect   Day..- 59 

A  Little  Bit  of  Heaven 94 

B. 

Ben  Bolt 53 

Brighten  The  Corner  Where  You  Are 92- A 

Bine    Bells    of    Scotland 102 

Bring    Back    My    Daddy    to    Me 110 

C. 

Columbia,  the  Gem  of  the  Ocean 12 

Carry  Me  Back  to  Old  Yirginny 32 

Comin'  Thro'  the  Rye 40 

D. 

Dixie  Land 30 

Darling  Nellie  Gray 52 

Down  Where  the  Cotton  Blossoms  Grow 82 

E. 
Exhortation 87 

F. 

Farmer  in   the  Dell 58 

For  Me  and  My  Gal 90 

G. 

Grand  Old  Flag. 6 

God  of  Our  Fathers 17 

God  Save  the  King 19 

Good  Night,  Ladies 50 

Good  Bye,  My  Lover,   Good  Bye • 54 

Good  Bye,  Girls,  I'm  Through 79 


Edward  J.  Jacob — Peoria   Song  Book. 

H. 

Hail   Columbia 4 

Hail    Illinois 25 

Home,   Sweet   Home 27 

Hard  Times,  Come  Again  Xo  More. 37 

H'ere's  to  Uncle  Sammy Front  Cover 

I. 

Illinois 21 

I  Like  a  Town  Like  Peoria 23 

I   Love  a   Lassie 42 

In  the  Sweet  By  and   Bv 49 

If  I  Knock  the  "L/!  Out  of  Kelly 67 

I'm  On  My  Way  to  Mandalav 69 

I    Want   a    Girl 73 

In  the  Evening  by  the  Moonlight 78 

Indiana 85 

Ireland  Must  be  Heaven  for  My  Mother  Came 

from  There 86 

I'll  Come  Back  to  You  When  it's  all  Over 93 

I   Don't  Want  to  get  Well 112 

Irish   Kaiser    20-B 

J. 

John    Brown's    Body 10 

Just  Before  the  Battle.  Mother 45 

Joan  of  Arc,  They  ar     Calling  You 103 

Just  a   Baby's   Prayer  at  Twilight 108 

K. 

K-K-K-Katy 97 

Keep  the   Home  Fires   Burning Back  Cover 

L. 

Love's  Old  Sweet  Song 51 

Listen  to  the  Mocking  Bird 55 

London   Bridge 56 

Lindy 83 


Edward  .7.   Jacob — Peoria   Soxo   Book. 

M. 

Maryland !   My  Maryland ! 5 

Marseillaise    Hymn    20-A 

Marching  Through  Georgia 8 

Massa's  in  the  Cold,   Cold  Ground, 34 

My   Old   Kentucky   Home 36 

My    Bonnie 39 

My  Little  Girl 65 

Mother  Machree    81 

Mother    96 

N. 
Nearer,   My   God,   to   Thee 48 

O. 

Old    Oaken    Bucket 26 

Old   Folks   at   Home 33 

Old  Black  joe 35 

Onward    Christian    Soldiers 47 

O,  How  She  Could  Yack-i-Hack-i,  etc 77 

Oh    Johnny,   Oh   Johnny,   Oh! 104 

Over    There 106 

P. 

Peoria    is    My    Own    Town 22 

Peoria 24 

Pretty    Baby 63 

Put  on  Your  Old  Grey  Bonnet 72 

Pack  Up  Your  Troubles  in  Your  Old  Kit  Bag...  114 
Pack   LJp   Your  Troubles    (Parodyr) 14 

Q. 

Quilting  Party 57 

R. 

Rule    Brittania 18 

Roamin'  in  the  Gloamin' 43 

Rock   of   Ages 46 

Rocked  in  the  Cradle  of  the  Deep 85-A 

Rotary,    My    Rotary 88 

S. 

Soldier's  Farewell   9 

School  Days   75 

Sweet    Adeline     • 84 

Silver  Threads  Among  the  Gold 92 

Smile,   Smile,   Smile 115 

Somewhere   in    France  is   the   Lilly 107 


Edward  J.  Jacob — Peoria  Song  Book. 

T. 

The  Red,  White  and  Blue 2 

The  Star-Spangled  Banner 3 

The  Grand  Old  Flag 20 

The   Battle   Cry  of  Freedom 11 

Tenting    To-night 13 

Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp,  the  Boys  are  Marching. . .    16 

The  U.  S.  A.  Forever 31 

The  Man  Behind  the  Hammer  and  the  Plow....   60 

That  Old  Girl  of  Mine 64 

They're  Wearing  'em   Higher  in   Hawaii 66 

There's  a  Little  Bit  of  Bad  in  Every  Good  Little 

Girl 68 

There's  a  Little  Spark  of  Love  Still  Burning 71 

The  Girl  I  Left  Behind  Me .   95 

The  Vacant  Chair 99 

Tipperary     105 

The  Battle  Song  of  Liberty. Front  Cover 

There's    a    Long,    Long   Trail. 113 

W. 

Who    Said    Dixie 29 

Where  the  Black-eyed  Susans  Grow...^ 61 

When  You  Wore  a  Tulip 70 

Way    Down    in    Iowa 74 

When  I  Dream  of  Old  Erin,  I'm  Dreaming  of  You  80 

Who's    Your    Friend? 89 

Where  the  River  Shannon   Flows 91 

What   Do   You   Want   to   Make   Those   Eyes   at 

Me   for? •  ..   98 

Where  the  Morning  Glories   Grow 100 

When  You  and  I  Were  Young,  Maggie 101 

We're   Here,   LaFayette,  We're  Here 109 

Where   Do  We   Go  from  Here Ill 

Y. 

Your   Flag  and   My   Flag 7 

Yaaka   Hula   Hickey   Dula 76 

You're   a   Dangerous   Girl 62 

Yankee    Doodle 15 


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KEEP  THE  HOME  FIRES  BURNING 

They  were  summoned  from  the  hillside, 

They  were  called  in  from  the  glen. 
And  the  country  found  them  ready, 

At  the  stirring  call  for  men; 
Let  no  tears  add  to  their  hardship, 

As  the  soldiers  pass  along. 
And  although  your  heart  is  breaking, 

Make  it  sing  this  cherry  song. 

Refrain 

Keep  the  Home-fires  burning, 
While  your  hearts  are  yearning, 

Though  the  lads  are  far  away,  they 
dream  >>f  home; 
There's  a  silver  lining 

Through  the  dark  cloud  shining, 
Turn  the  dark  cloud  inside  out, 

Till  the  boys  come  Home. 

Over  the  seas  there  came  a  pleading, 

"Help  a  Nation  in  distress." 
And  we  gave  our  glorious  laddies; 

Honour  made  us  do  no  less — 
For  no  gallant  son  of  Freedom 

To  a  tyrant's  yoke  should  bend, 
And  a  noble  heart  must  answer 

To  the  sacred  call  of  Friend. 


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